The day number three was a nightmare. What's worst nightmare to be in an oven? May live, maybe dead, but in an oven to finish. In the oven is the doll beside the paper. The child and his writing tucked inside the oven. Perhaps this fear of burning is something we all have. Because there are many ways to burn, is nothing more a matter of life or death.
One I can burn their ideas, their success, their opportunities. There are even things you have to burn as the ships or the impossible love, those you left waiting for a response bathed in silence, hearing only the sound of thought that encouraged you to believe in lies, in things that never were real.
Burns are apocalyptic, are related to hell with everything bad. Although I still think that hell is cold and not necessarily hot. At the end of the day is a very personal hell. Nightmares are very personal.
However, for me the nightmare is burning, loss, moving to coal. That was the day number three.
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