Under the light of the sun and the moon.

Under the light of the sun and the moon, under the glorious clouds and embraced by the gentle mountains, caressed by the softness of the grass that shakes my spirit; I find myself lying down listening to the melodious movement of the powerful air, which, in turn, is always calm. Isn't it beautiful? The shelter of the fantastic world surrounded by the wonder of the simplistic reality that surrounds our lives. Isn't it wonderful? The walk of the human being, the gait of the monkey and the mewing of the cat, the flapping of the wings of the majestic bird and the song of the owl. You only need to observe your environment, you only need to look in all directions and allow yourself to feel perplexed by the beauty of everything that lives and sleeps near us.

I would like to be able to feel this peace during the seven days that make up a week, the four weeks that creates a month, and the twelve months that form the year. I would like to live under the caresses of the shade of this sweet tree, however, the sword that I carry acts as a remembrance of my destiny and turns my memories into a prologue of the future, of my experiences to have, of the missions that I must complete, of the promises that I yearn to fulfill, of the people that I desire to recover... I wish my eyes could act like yours... I would be fascinated if the landscape that I observe was transmitted as a "live" image to her soul and, through from the reflection of the water, she could see my presence once more and smile at the fiction that lies in her vision. I would love for magic to exist in this world, thus, I would be able to move quickly between places, I would have the ability to visit her and go at my mercy, to stop my adventure and rest a little in the warmth of her lap, and in the love of her kisses. However, I still cannot return ... This sword ... this sword that takes care of me, carries the malice of my pursuers, therefore, even if the years pass, regardless of whether old age reaches me before I complete my objective, I will not return until that no danger can stalk her, without considering that she may detest me for making her wait for so long, I will keep her safe and annihilate any threat that tries to approach her.

I would like to hear her voice saying my name again, followed by the scolding for having stepped on her garden, for her to say "I love you" and hug me, to give me a little sermon for having forgotten to accompany her to the market and, later, to lie down in our patio like We used to do it and chat until the moon beat the sun in its eternal battle. However, the dreams that sleep in my soul will have to wait until this unwanted adventure ends. But how could I even look into her eyes with so much blood on my hands and blade? Being she so pure and destined for the eternal shelter of heaven, how could someone who owns my memories could even aspire to reach the limbo that separates the underworld from paradise? (¿? ¿? Laughed, and said…). I know exactly the words that would come from her sweet lips ...

Even if the eternal torture awaits you, even if the walk of the poor man's in the limbo awaits you, even if the titans prepare to attack your soul; I will suffer by your side until the sentence is forgiven, I will walk by your side until the light reaches us and, I will fight by your side to defeat the fearsome pursuers. Yet to what you say, darling, how could you think that you are destined for the terrifying darkness? My eyes, these eyes that fell in love with you can see through your soul and observe the true goodness that lives in it, therefore, even if death reaches me before it visits you, I will wait for you above the clouds to glimpse together the beautiful sunset, for eternity”.

Possibly such would be her sweet sermon. That is why I cannot give up on the path of redemption, I cannot stop in my search for the truth to find peace of the soul and resolve my past issues, but... but... (says sobbing) I need her, I need her so much that It hurts every second that passes without resting by her side. I want to see her, I want to hug and kiss her, tell her that everything is fine now, mention that everything is over and a long life of peace awaits us. (The sob concluded). I wish I had more power or ability, so, I would possess the ability to destroy this problem to abandon all kinds of battle or fight, and dedicate myself to loving her, for the rest of my life. Even so, I must appreciate the beauty that haunts my surroundings, I need to shelter myself in the incredible of inanimate life to have a little more strength and continue brandishing my shield. Sometimes, I question the thoughts that haunt the minds of my persecutors, "Are they empty, focused on eliminating my existence? Or perhaps a special person awaits in their memories as well as mine", I wonder if a child longs their arrival, if a wife cries and prays to the gods for their protection; Are ideas that submit me to the inability to pierce their heart and send their souls to the other world, I simply am not capable... I do not want to be able to evoke more tears in the defenseless.