The women-serpentes of the port of Gijón

According to the book "Registre colossal des cacodaemons, quadrupèdes, maléfices des vallées et des animaux noirs de peau dure" (five volumes, incunabula today, and redacted by the Cistercian monk Luis Palau in 1399), the inmunda race of the Lamia, born in Libya but roaming throughout Europe, they arrived at the port of Gijón, the Musel, in 989 BC

those ophidious women were seen by human eyes from the elevated lanes of the town when they arrived, but the town was just a circle of tents disseminated around a rosy monolith, and the hamlet was called Zn, which in the tongue of the zone meant, apparently, something related to the Ocean, from which the asphalt and the diamonds to pave the lanes were taken by the savages.






In the manuscripts, Palau described how these female sierpes entered Zn (Gijón) and procreated without males, and how they were led by the repugnant Melusina, whose inferior bodily half was similar to the physiognomy of the wingless larva, or the lemur.

Melusina mesmerized the Lamias playing a bagpipe made with pink skin of phoca, that's how this rustic musical instrument, original from the Middle East, arrived to the Atlantic Europe:

Palau was denounced by the Majordomo of Amiens: by decree sanctioned by the antipope Benedict XIII from Aragon, every exemplar of the book was burned and he was peeled off alive, because his skin was removed with daggers by Catalan delinquents.


Luis Palau spent the rest of his life crimson and skinless in a remote castle of Languedoc-Roussillon, until the villains of the valley tortured him anointing him with honey and salt, and burned him alive, tired of that monstrosity.





I see the Lamias of the Musel creeping in the evenings on the port streets, their rotting arms leave a white and sticky patina on the pavement, with their viperine mouths wide open, showing their little teeth in a gesture of suffocation, as their glassy eyes full of mucus behold the miracles of the entombed sky, like yearning for their atavic eastern motherland that is lost for them, like that Paradise of Milton.