Balance, that delicate something so hard to reach, almost impossible to keep. Trying to build a magnificent tower with the important, believing, wanting to believe the base is shaped up with the biggest things, laying the foundations of a solid, eternal pyramid; and, as the building grows, the memory remembers the small details. A quick remedy would be leaning them against the most consolidated structure, sprouting fragile branches, innocent light satellites that snatch its figure. It does not work all the time; sometimes it falls down to the ground; sometimes, even, trembling, even tempting that delicate balance, it withstands.