Aaron
Ramilo
Fire was
born when stones rub themselves together (although others say that Fire was a
boy kidnapped by Prometheus and abandoned in this orphanage known as the
World).
No one
touched Fire. He was dangerous- yet Fire danced with Wind who either makes him
grow or makes him dead.
Fire and
Water are forbidden lovers. When they make love and Fire was under Water, Water
kills Fire and when Water was under Fire, Fire kills Water. They will never be
together.
Fire was
shy that it even found its home in dragons and was beautiful in the wings of the Phoenix.
But Fire
was also a friendly and playful kid.
Fire
embraced the cold.
Fire
showed the way when it was dark- on torches of tribes.
Fire
scared the animals.
Fire made
the meat crunchy, the dead pig repeatedly rolling above him.
Fire
softened the rice (and even burned it).
Fire
evaporated Water.
Fire
melted the hard things. Fire was therefore a friend to blacksmiths.
Fire
burned the swept leaves.
Fire made
things gray and black. And so their remains were powders they called ashes.
And so
Fire lived on twigs and stoves and sometimes in chimneys.
And when
the miracles of Fire wandered, dictionaries and books invented new words such
as cook, fry, toast, roast, ignite, burn, melt, cremate, just to name those
miracles.
And speaking
of miracles, Fire was sent down by Elijah.
But Fire was also a bad friend.
Fire
smokes.
Fire who
sometimes dwells in lighters was the best friend of smokers.
Fire ate
Indian widows back when it was believed that they should be cremated with their
dead husbands.
Fire ate London back then.
And back then, Fire ate the moth who
did not listen to his mother.
And back then, Fire ate the coals in
the Revolution.
And back then, Fire ate a monk who
offered himself to the boy.
And back then, Fire ate rubbles and
pieces of flesh in Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
And back then, Fire ate rubbles and
pieces of flesh in 9/11.
And also,
Fire was sometimes misunderstood.
To
hunters, soldiers and policemen, Fire is to shoot.
To an
employer, Fire is a bad news. His boss found his mess so sooner or later, he
becomes unemployed.
Fire's
name was in "fireflies" yet they cannot kill. Humans admired Fire
that they attached his name to different things. Humans recognized Fire that
they used their name in books and songs.
But Fire
was there in all occasions.
Fire was
on matchsticks and candles during birthdays, during wakes, during All Souls'
Days, and during the black-outs.
Fire
wears make-up during New Years when he flies and performs in the night sky.
Fire
rides in torches to signal the games.
Fire
grants the wish of the dying to be cremated.
Fire was
on gathered woods during campings where scouts go around him and share their
marshmallows with him.
Fire played
with dancers and showmen.
Fire was
admired by those who hold the magnifying glass under the Sun and those who
marry him to Alcohol.
But worst
of all, Fire chases and eats (as already said earlier) those who do not love
Life. It tricks the careless.
Fire
hides in gasolines.
Fire
hides in tanks.
Fire
should not be left alone.
Fire loves eating houses and forests
And so
Fire needs to die for when he grows and wanders, he looks for food.
And so
Fire had its hunters wearing uniforms.
And so
Fire is hunted especially during March.
But
still, Fire is below- in hell.
And Fire
is inside us- burning.
When we
suffer from fever, there is Fire in us.
When we
are determined and desperate, there is Fire in us.
When we
love, there is Fire in us.
When we
hate, there is Fire in us.
And so
Fire was here. And Fire was there. Fire was everywhere.
Fire was
in history and every story. Fire will stay and will never go.
We cannot
hide. We cannot escape. We cannot run.
Fire is
powerful (but sometimes he is weak).
Fire is a
friend but sometimes a devil.
Fire is a
gift but sometimes a surprise.
Fire is a
blessing but sometimes a disaster.
Fire...
Fire... Fire... Keep your distance safe. Be close to me but not too close.
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