GGB, we honor you with this portrait of another type of bridge: an aqueduct that has undergone inexplicable, severe truncation. This old flume is up so high and is so lonely (remind you of any of your friends?) that nobody will ever figure out where its liquid charge is slipping off to. A functional piece of the world's past, relegated to the job of a common natural point of interest. Let us not forget that we have set a precedent of only being interested in falling water when it stands out as a pre-civilized naturally occurring form. So wave goodbye and forget, yes! forget what you have seen here today and move on to the next web agenda.
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