Memory a vitrified stone .
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I loved a Phoenician slave called Ashirah .
Her perfumed body had the unsettling scent of poppy,
hardness of olive wood and serpentine suppleness ...
Her silent passion was a lunar offering sacrified to Baal .
Ashirah,the black sun of your eyes,gaze cast fire into our embraces,
To better chain you ,I didn\'t set you free ,but within my walls ,
you had all the power ...
Until the day ,destiny married us in eternity .
The capricious gods decide the games of love ,
that they freeze in the ashes of desire ...
One last time we loved each other ,
my arms,Ashirah ,closed around you ,
entwined together,the fiery cloud
plunged us into the sleep of lovers ...
You were now free in your petrified beauty...
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Memoria saxum vitrificatum .
Amavi servam phoenicem nomine Ashirah .
Corpus eius odore papaveris perfusum ,
duritia ligni olivae et flexibilitas serpentis
tacebat passio eius ,lunae dorum baali immolatum .
Ashirah ,niger sol oculorum tuorum ,
ignem in complexibus nostris fundebas .
Ut te melius vincirem non te liberavi ,
sed intra muros meos omnem potestatem habuisti .
Donec dies venit ,fatum nos in aeternitate coniunxit .
Dei capriciosi ludus amoris decemunt ,
qui in cineribus cupidatis frigescit
,ultima vice amavimus ,
bracchia mea, ashirah ,te circum claudebantur
iuncti simul ,nubes ignea
nos in somnum immersiti ,
nunc libera eras in petrificata pulchritudine tua ...