“I walk through the streets as if I was burning in some eternal bonfire.”
“All night I dreamt of bonfires and burn piles and ghosts of men, and spirits behind those birds of flame. I cannot tell anymore when a door opens or closes, I can only hear the frame saying, Walk through.”
“I thought: Now I am like Dante. I walk through hell, but I am not burning.”
“Burn like a bonfire in whatever you do”
“Oh, how I longed to burst through the doors and go walking through the streets, with my hands open, like weapons!”
“I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walking, I wouldn't notice that the world I thought I knew was no longer there.”