Were sweet, and our glances were deep.
We had not realize that we were unleashing a force more bigger than us and around us was creating itself an atmosphere, almost came from another era.
We have said us just with the glance: “It’s happening”.
Slowly we drunk the last sip water from our glasses, and right after we were tightened us our hands one in another.
Slowly we had go trough a temporal tunnel.
We were found ourselves in a wood, audience of another scene of our past life.
This time, we were looking at it from outside.
In the middle of a little woodland, there was a fire was burning.
There were three women: among them, me.
You was watching what me, and the other two women were doing:
it was a ritual.
At a certain point, one of the women has taken you, and she has put you next to the fire.
The other woman made the same with me.
We were in front one another.
Unconsciously we had took our hands and we didn’t take off our eyes one from another.
Mentally, we were moved away from which the other two women were doing, but we were feeling what they saying: it was a chant, and more this chant made itself louder, more the fire risen up in the air, and the fire was changing its natural form, with another symbol that we knew well.
The fire when had changed the form, was high in the starry sky, and when it has exploded, we, audience beyond a small bush, had seen our own faces in the latest sparks of the fire, while attended to this scene.
In our past lives, we had, even us, seen this scene.
In those exact instants our present lives were merging with those of the past.”
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