and rub, rub strongly the ashes in my head waiting for the spark that makes them jump in all directions. First a blue glow that illuminates the smile of a child who discovers the fire for the first time. After the awakening of the flame, huge, prodigious, the torrent of words that leaves you breathless at the first monkey who conceived the word love, feeling, idea, peace, war, good and evil. A constant struggle between being caught by the words and break her loom elastic, sticky, dense and unfathomable, that only fire can dissolve.
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