Pensierini estemporanei (non è una poesia, perché boh chi c'ha tempo)

The waters of the mighty Congo
the large stream of the Amazon
the droplets traversing the valley
where the Yangtze reaches its end
do they feel anxiety during the course?
are they scared of the open Ocean?
But what is a river if not a collection
of droplets destined to reach the sea?
What would be the point of the march
through the densest jungles and cities
if not to discharge in the vast delta?
And so when the hero fights the monster
his fear is nothing but the peak of his life
and through that fear he becomes himself,
just like apple tree becomes itself
by producing his fruit.
When they march toward their destiny
the waters of the mighty Congo
the large stream of the Amazon
the droplets of the populous Yangtze
do they ever feel the joy of the journey?