Mirela Necula

Mirela Necula

Love beyond the Book of Life

Hathor, the goddess of the sky and Egypt’s diplomat, Sat in the kingdom with all the beauty at once, A lotus flower that has created the face of love, From heathen mouth until the last flower.

Along the Nile rips pieces of sun, To enlighten his creature through traveling rituals, Chase toward Horus with the petals of the zeal on his forehead, To caress the blond angel from within everyone.

And by walking him through the eternal dream of the gods, He fell in love with the open oasis from her mouth, Like a spotless cloud wandering all day, The god unleashes the sweet paradise and says:

If life separates us through the earth with two boats! You, my divine mystery, divide death into tens of stars! Let every moment rekindle, let our love to flow in jugs! Finding relief in legends and in the whole sky with chandeliers!

Then let us be reborn full of fruit as winged geniuses! When fabulous love flows through us with warm whispers! At the table of silence, you mysterious deity with the apple in the palm! I, the angel of loneliness who reaps his unique aroma!

The goddess with the golden chariot in the ripples from her eyes, Climbing on the bridge of the heart, it throws the aroma of love, And they have become lovers of Egypt subdued by passion and by the heaven, Beyond the Book of Life filled with mystery.

In the crinkled wave of hatred that thoroughly separates life from death, They have sworn to be faithful, they have nested in the toils of love, A duet song and with the sweet nectar of love in their mouth, They became whole, "both together" in the pure night.

Defying the black abyss, the goddess gives him a part of the crown, To make him a conqueror in the beloved temple of the chosen Egyptian, Handcuffed in the fire of love, she wonders, burning in even flames, Is the earth black to show us goblet full of mourning?

But peace does not respond to her, it flows rapidly measured in her palms, All the time of deeds and the eternity that raises the fire of love to the peaks, Not looking back at the moment when he struggles in life, Either to river Styx, which divides the two empty worlds.