If it's not broken I don't want it.
If it's lived I don't want it.
I do not want it,
Suffered and in pain
reaches my feet.
Crawling.
Write words on the wall,
silenced by my mouth.
I created an animal that doesn't know how to caress.
He only dies five times a day.
and four of them,
It's when I tell him I love you.
The last one is when it breaks,
and is reborn again.
Because if it's not broken,
I don't want it.
