A drop is enough, I think,
to give birth to a flood, to a torrent.
Because what is a river if not a lot of drops.

And a moment,
a moment is enough to change a life.
Because what is a life if not a lot of moments.
Like an ethereal river flowing through memories.

Ah! And the memories!
They burn like sparks in a fire.
None of them is responsible, all of them are innocent.
But the river is still flowing through the blaze.