Las Nueve Lunas

I put your photograph
In a glass with liquor
With a lock of your hair
I made a ribbon

I placed it on a Star of David
With incense and sea salt
I set it on fire for eight moons
To be able to cast a spell

But tonight the nine moons are fulfilled
Beyond the normal
I will make you feel this passion

Singing Franciscan litanies
I will anoint your body with my kisses
And on a table with a red cloth
I will drink in one gulp your moans

We will toast with consecrated wine
The victory of your surrender
And we will shout to the wind in a cross
The pleasure that runs through the veins

But tonight the nine moons are fulfilled
Beyond the normal
I will make you feel this passion