I don't know why your poem, as I read it, plus the mixture of images brought to my mind the Japanese art called kintsugi, which consists of repairing broken pots with gold. I imagined that this is how you saw people when you wrote these verses. I loved it. 💕
No sé por qué tu poema, a medida que lo leía, más la mezcla de las imágenes me hicieron traer a la mente el arte japones llamado kintsugi, que consiste en reparar con oro vasijas rotas. Imaginé que así viste las personas al escribir estos versos. Me encantó. 💕
How nice to know this. I love it when my verses trigger emotions in others and when they let me know about them. 😍
Just today, coincidentally, I thought of this: we are all a bit broken and that is precisely what makes us unbreakable, we can't be broken anymore because we already are.