A few hours after Raíza left him, the lucky holder of the legendary Sword of Destiny woke up fully recovered, although he had dried blood stains, his wounds no longer hurt and the blood became dust diluting with the wind when shaking it with his hands, he shook his hair and although he felt somewhat parched he was not stuck or entangled, He stood up to check if everything was okay and so it was, nothing hurt anymore, leaning on the stone he looked at the sky and although there were many stars, he could not see the lone star, the memory of the princess appeared in his mind when he waited for dawn, and taking out his knife 07 he began to scrape one side of the stone, gradually the features of who was in his memories appeared, he continued to make his scratches and mark his reliefs here and there, He was sincerely amazed to see the result obtained.
-Let them shave me! —he said, believing was alone. -I have been so perfect the drawing scraped in the stone in high and low reliefs, that it even seems made by a Greek sculptor or an Egyptian historian, I had never done anything like this, I had not even been able to draw in pencil as perfect as this, it makes me one of my new skills.
He hugged the stone resting his face on the girl's drawing, and one of his forgotten verses returned to his mind.
Sleepless.
Unveiled and with dark circles.
Admiring your photograph in my Wall
Thinking about how to break down barriers.
That separate me from your skin.
I love you so much my love
You so cute, sweet and innocent
I already feel like something of yours
Crystal clear as water from a fountain
Your flirtatious smile and your indifferent look
They tell me that there are 1000 ways to get to want you
But only one way to love you.
Unveiled and in love
Imagining the day I can look at you
Draw closer to you and from your hands take you
By looking into your eyes and stroking your hair.
Approach your lips and ask you
What is that one way to love you?
When I'm with you
And feel the need to hug me
I just ask you that before kissing me
Search very well within your heart.
Let's see if what you can give me
It is a true love.
And there, leaning on the stone, almost without moving, and without touching his harmonica, he recited it and once again the wind took him away like a furtive thief, while a light so clear and constant, as if it flowed from a mercurial reflector, illuminated him.