Fire in the earth. Fire on the wind.
Fire are the walls, the floors, the chairs.
Fire in the water, the food, the stories,
And, most of all, the people,
Burning furious and fair.
The walls are orange, yellow, green.
People are pillars, ghosts, shadows of color.
Objects are pictures; there, were there,
Used-to-be events and passions of their owners.
Emotions run like rivers of
scents on the wind.
Footsteps are echoes, after centuries still heard-
-and I... am not the only one who can see
this world of fire…
Welcome to my World of Fire.