Destined for remote battles shoulder to shoulder we fight against fate. Past lives that imposed their memories on our naked bodies in repeated spirals of broken skins.
A stimulus that fills the immensity of our ancestral looks with understanding. No need to talk to read our innermost thoughts of each other, connecting the remote abyss of distant experiences in this new opportunity to rediscover our souls in this hostile present ... You are my warrior of the moon, always you, fighter of the quiet hours that separate us.
Soon the day will come to rediscover our bodies and our souls, and that day, yes, I will love you forever. If it is not in this life, we will fight in the next, and if it is in this I promise to take care of your dreams until the moon comes down and kisses your forehead as I wish to do it at this precise moment...
My warrior of the thousand moons.
Female Warrior: @valeriabandes