From Eros, to Agape Ku tur mi amor. “... when I wish, at critical moments I’ll recover my ascetic spirit as it was before”. Kavafis Sing, my beautiful Aglaope, this time there is no mast from which to tie myself. Give me some of that poisoned life, of that fire that will end up consuming its cold ashes. Unwrap your knowledge in a papyrus, I wish to devour it without delay; Unfold your ancient book, daughter of the Earth, as sweet to the palate, as ambrosia, and bitter afterwards, like the sea, and which to your door it has brought me. Through the wild lands of Eros guide me; through its forests, where beasts impossible to tame lurk; write a map in scars on this heart invaded by hunger, deserving of life and blood; of reflections and memory.
You’ll keep afloat in my memory, when my body returns to dust and my spirit towards Hades. I come from the sea, towards it I roam, I will carry in my lips your perfume with its midnight scent. Towards the infinite ocean of Agape, I will carry the hidden Flame of your life; through the horizon, where heaven and waves unite, and day and night hug, between the golden clouds of Twilight; when your fire has lived enough to destroy with it the temple built in me and that way rebuild it… Sing, my beautiful Aglaope, even if you take me beyond Tiresias´ dwelling; my soul is only thirst and emptiness; and your body only water for it.
The moon grows, slowly between scarlet springs of clouds and desires; seal now with your lips this instant, and save it from the cruel passage of time...
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