I remember the terror I felt on those nights without electricity.
My mom made us shit ourselves, talking about the devil on the loose until Sunday, when God returns.
Not a fly had buzzed since Thursday at 3:00.
Especially when you reach that age when you\'re aware of death and more afraid of the death of my family than of your own.
That fear of punishment for acts of one\'s own impulse that makes us human makes me think the rules aren\'t from here.
Many things aren\'t from here.
Those dreams praying that the voice doesn\'t fulfill its promises of misfortune and voracity for my innocent soul.
We all have faith.(Fe)
Some have iron in their blood.
Others have an iron around their waist.
More so, we believe in the magic of dreaming than Mom was wrong.