" we're a dyad in the Force
Rey, two that are one. "
"Stand together, die together!
The life force of your bond, a dyad in the Force.
A power like life itself.
Unseen for generations.¨
"
I believe that
your soul
and
my soul
are
very
old friends.
"
— Mandeg Ahmed, "Mates"
0
Nothing
and suddenly
You
I
Everything is fiery, chaotic, intense. These words defines us best from the very beginning. We are hydrogen that goes unstoppably from the heart of a star. We have been in this routine for millions of years, still struggling to reach the surface. I feel your presence, in the force, a million of kilometers but at the same time close, inside. We don't have names, we don't need them. Fate awaits for us to become a brilliant supernova, we are martyrs and the sacrifices have only just begun.
II
It was just you and me in the garden
But shadows haunts us from the very beginning, and it tempts us
And we fall into the dark
Who but us, the damned, would be guilty of sinning
"But the serpent said to the woman,
"You will not surely die. For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened,
and you will be like God, knowing good and evil." Genesis 3:4
III
In this life, evil snatches you away in the most abrupt way and takes you to its kingdom
But it has been so so brief, that to continue fighting feels like the only way
I cross the underworld, and we return
I hear your laughter, eager for victory so close
Temptation always expects the worst from us
But with a simple look
the shadows
wrap you up
"
"Great Hades, imagine those summer months, when Persephone is gone, lasting forever.
Imagine, if you can, her pale face crumbling into dust. That is how it is for mortal man.
Great Hades, I beg you, give me back my Eurydice. "
IV
There are lives where we don't meet. Lives somewhat bitter, in which something happens but we never ended up knowing what. Lives where the galaxy gets in the way, when we still don't really know what it is. Lives in which the cosmos is an ally and an enemy, where distance is consolation and punishment. There are lives where I surrender before your reflection, your shadow, firm believer that you are a goddess, so much light. Blood stained hands, sacrifices in your name that you do not understand and that terrify you. Priest of a creed that only I see and adore, but such is my conviction that others follow me. Isthar, Artemis, Ninsuna, Ashera, Annan. Unreachable, but present in an energy that we do not yet understand. We will
V
There are lives where we don't have time. In the first ones, especially. Your hair is very long, loose. You slide your fingers gently along the cold rocky wall, seeking to understand the world around you and feeling that something is missing. That your hands are not enough of an instrument to do justice to the universe, that there are more shades and colors out there than you can represent. This world is young and fascinating, but also terrifying. A blinding light breaks through the storm and blazes the small town with its flames. When the screams become deafening you go outside but it is too late. Those eyes are the last thing I see in that life.
VI
War is a common element that does not seem to want to let us breathe. The burden on my shoulders is terrible, and myths will take the weight of the balance to the side that history chooses. My name, stained from before birth when my mother, Queen of Troy, senses the darkness that hangs over me. Priam hands me over to Agelao, as if nothing had happened, and that he is the one who teaches me to survive on the slopes of the Troad.
I remember the first time that our paths crossed, not only in time, but in space. The banquet table seemed to extend to the ends of the palace, and you just at the end, solemn like Athena. Always royal blood, in this life they call you Helena.
The most beautiful creature in all the Aegean, daughter of gods and of the city of battles, Sparta. Next to you, the most aberrant of the Greeks, grotesque and monstrous in comparison, Menelaus. Luckily, the beast soon marches to Crete and the world finally becomes joyous. We walk the corridors and gardens, my name adorned with laughter on your lips. The first time we join hands, I forget where mine begins and yours ends. And I know you feel the same.
Fleeing Troy is the only way.
The rest of the story, yet another tragedy in our long history.
When, years later, Menelaus shouts your name at the gates of my city you ask me not to leave, that the future you have seen does not go down that path, but I am blinded by rage. Philoctetes's arrow pierces through me and more than my pain, it is yours that I feel when I fade away.
"¡Miserable Paris, raptor of women!
See how the Achaeans, who believed you to be a brave champion for your graceful figure
laugh at you, when there is no strength or courage in you."
VII
In this life you appear hand in hand with war, carrying the sword that makes me who I am. Another heir, with a mission and knights loyal beyond death.
You come out of the water, and you give it to me
Excalibur's steel is the only thing that binds us in this life
VIII
Fiery, chaotic, intense. This is life in fair Verona, your shadow stalks me at every dance, at every corner. We can not escape.
In many lives we commit follies, in others we are somewhat more cautious.
When I see you pale over the crypt, I think I won't be able to get there. My legs fail, but I would crawl if necessary.
You're cold, and I don't notice you in la forza as we used to call it. I decide that your lips are going to be the last thing I want to try in this life, and then I disappear.
In this life we were very close, but never close enough.
When you wake up, you wish you hadn't
"There was never a story more full of pain
than the story of Romeo and Juliet. …"
IX
Fiery, chaotic, intense. But happy. In May 1934, somewhere along the Highway 154 in Louisiana, our happiness was taken from us.
Our Ford Deluxe V-8 d packed with gunpowder, more than 100 shots without warning.
We had not been saints, but after so much suffering
We didn't deserve to die like this
"So this old world is made brighter,
by the lives of folks like you"
X
Climb up that hole in Exegol reminded me of the Underworld, of a world where your name was Eurydice. The battle over our heads reminds me of Troy, the Achaeans, and the wars that never end and resonate in history.
Advancing towards you like a dying man reminds me of Verona. To misunderstandings, to always being late. Slithering, knowing that I am the darkness that has brought you here, brings me back to the garden where we were expelled.
Holding you in my arms, dead, reminds me of so many other lives. Flanders, 1618. Orleans, 1429. Berlin, 1940.
When you wake up, energy is flowing between us, and I feel that I'm disappearing but it's all worth it.
It is always worth it
When I close my eyes, I feel I'm going to nowhere
Nothing
And suddenly
You