The moment you are living is linked with the moment before and the following one. The current of life can be too heavy, irrepressible. It can flood the bridges that connect every single moment with the following one. In spite of this, they resist and hold you and all your moments. They modestly embrace your ancestors, those who every single moment conceive a reinvented life in their scrawny logs. You know this bridge, you have crossed it so many times, but you have seen it so rarely… And you are there, at the background, and you will be a fertile tree some day as well. Cross the bridge again, and pay attention this time.You know this bridge. You have crossed it many times… but you have not seen it yet.