Sunday, March 9, 2014

The Life of Fire

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.

And Fire had always looked for something to eat.

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 playful. Play with him but do not mess with him. Do not make him mad.

Fire is a friend but sometimes a devil.

Fire is a gift but sometimes a surprise.

Fire is a blessing but sometimes a disaster.

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