Achilles and Nostalgia looked each other and time stopped.
Silence circled the atmosphere and the fire of their soul was revived.
Nostalgia got down from Chiron and with slow steps went up to the warehouse.
She approached him and pulled out his mask.
His quick breath made his chest beating rhythmically, betraying the dance he had just finished.
They didn’t exchange any conversation.
Nostalgia didn’t care that he was a simple nomad, or his name, his background, his age. All she wanted was to dance with him.
She put music and held his warm hands.
They danced….
A unique dance, paved with white rose petals embraced by the thaw of the tree leaves.
They were one.
Nature was flooded them with light.
The fire of their soul broke the dams, the wall and the diversity.
Time, place, day, did not matter…
Happiness came and thrown into their souls.
Achilles like an angel encircled her body with his wings and together were raised to another dimension, without labels. He wanted this magical moment to last forever.
He felt like she knew her all his life
Centaur Chiron couldn’t stop what he was sawing. It was the first time that his little Nostalgia was so happy. Their souls had become one.
The burning on his chest made him fights for his life but his mind traveled with them. So beautiful and harmonious that he didn’t understand the centaurs of the city, that had surround them.
Part one: https://steemit.com/story/@calmavida/nomad-dance-1-3-in-the-desert-of-dream-land
Part two: https://steemit.com/story/@calmavida/nomad-dance-part-2-3-in-the-desert-of-dream-land
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