Lilith

I come from the sadness where you walk,

with your temples bandaged,

with your right hand severed,

with a fish stopped over your pupils.

I come from the depths of your mother,

from the depths of your exterminated music,

from the depths of your sacred extinct mouth,

where the ash beats like a child or like a bird.

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I want you to forget the light of day and the light of night;

I want you not to remember the earth, nor the sea, nor the sky.

I want you to enter the cavern where blood turns into crystal,

as sweet as the kisses of a maiden naked to the infant who, for the first time, knows that he has sex.

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"Lilith", Juan Eduardo Cirlot