The watercourses

The watercourses descend at a furious speed, to be found somewhere, the chains in the hands of some can be become a carcere instrument, the chains in the hands of others can become a signal of security, for the flock arrive to the final destination of the river. Different instruments were created by physically equal navigators but depending on the path and the circumstances the visions may have become different. The stream of water flows furiously without stopping, as for navigators who have entered the water, there remains the survival and unpredictability of nature.

Shakespeare went to the water, Oscar Wilde went to the water, flowed in streams, flowed into the minds of those thirsty for poetry. Water has appeared and flows like a furious storm that gives drink to thirsty sailors, for its vital fuel to produce more and more knowledge and more and more instruments for its driving, the water may be the furious tears of the rebellious angels of space who resolved to help with their generosity the little navigators of planet earth.

Water that makes everything flow in an endless stream, water that quenches thirst, water that alleviates with its freshness, water that falls from the eyes to relieve souls tormented by its beauty. The important thing is to realize that we are more than half of us, of water, and to assume our fluidity in this furious clash of the currents that run to transform paths in beauty until the outflow of the river. Drink it with taste in all fountains and shapes. The important thing is to be like water and flow in the currents of life, some will pollute, some will recycle and some will drink.