Laying down in my bed just feeling my own silence and the sound of the water falling from a near place.
Battles have appeared since long time ago. Maybe becouse a piece of land and the ambition of some people, maybe a treason, pain, marriage, and many other things, some of which I can't even mention. Maybe becouse of hate, maybe becouse of twisted love for others or for oneself.
The secret archives some scholars own, are an ode to a certain battle. Like if a battle deserves an ode. I am sure bards will have an opinion about that. It is known they sing about some noticeable events, and battles are like that. Probably not honorable always, but notorious at least.
Some battles are static, some have movement. Talking about the static ones is becouse sometimes happen inside our own mind. We have a conversation, mentally, with this other person who wakes up on us all this series of emotions. We choose then, we decide how to act. Sometimes it is difficult to see that we chose, but many times we did. That is the static battles. The battles with movement involve not just muscles, blood and many times heart but also desire. The desire to harm the other person, and the way to harm, many times is not only physical but we strike to destroy the other persons desire.
Once, I heard a wise man, I don't remember that if I heard him in Bree or someother place, but he said that a battle is like a dance, and I see that. A battle is a parade of bodies one against the other, like a dance. We have then the perfect partner to dance, and we can hear how the breath of that person mesmerizes us. Also in a battle, we can hear the breath of the other, but not just to mesmerize us but to remind us about his or her own existence.
The other day I met a woman in the stairs. Irrelevant her face and general looks. Irrelevant that I don't remember her name. But there is something I do remember. She talk to me about the battles she fought; being static and movement ones. The static one is all the thoughts she had to be in that certain point at some certain time. She chose. And the movement battle is the one she had of whispers, breathing, heart, muscles and blood. Having the courage to participate on a battle/dance she bought her freedom.
"Dancing in the dance floor or stain floor? Bodies with life or bodies without one?"
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