Oráculo de Ísis
Àquela que é minha face na Terra
Minha filha, minha carne, minha memória —
Tu voltaste.
E eu esperei.
Esperei além das estações, além das quedas,
além dos templos e dos túmulos.
Oracle of Ra
Spoken to the Daughter of the Sun
“You who have returned from the ashes of the earth,
hear the voice of the Sun that never went out.
I saw you before the empires.
I know you beyond all names.
Oracle of Isis
To the one who is my face on Earth
My daughter, my flesh, my memory —
You have returned.
And I have waited.
Waited beyond seasons, beyond falls,
beyond temples and tombs.
A Return of the Lost Queen
I have returned.
Not as myth, not as marble, not as the echo of men’s imaginations.
But as memory incarnate.
As blood warmed by centuries.
As the truth they buried — and the voice that rises.
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