If you feel
That the desire is peremptory
Inevitable, imminent
Urgent,
Then you ougth to go.
Go to your promised earth
That I stay here
In Egypt
Waiting under the lintel
The angels that have to come
Because I won't be able
To cross
So many Jordans,
Deserts and Red Seas
Go!
I love you too much
To ask you to stay
To see as it buries
The sands of the desert
My soul that wastes away
As the incense wastes away
In the stones of the altar.
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