Last Flames
I don’t like flames that are extinguished by tears.
Too often, thousands of words—and with them, people and things—have been lost in a blaze.
For the little match girl, alas, fire didn’t help much…
Fire must be used wisely, it goes hand in hand with experience and thrives within rules.
It is sacred to the wise, and ever-present in the repeated lie of the domestic hearth.
I choose the small flame that lights, warms, and transforms—but even with Her, I don’t play games.
Stay away from the fire if your heart is as soft as wax!
Maria Luisa Imperiali Works & Words 