Once, a man and a woman played with a glass.
They were young and stupid, they didn't want that...
But when the glass got broken and the millions of pieces wore the floor,
She had an idea to transform them in something.
So the man started to melt the pieces and then with the woman he chose a form.
That will gone be a rose.
They both worked hard to make the rose perfect,
Without holes, without thorns, without bubbles, without roots....
They were blind and lied themselves
"It is perfect, it is dignified, it is stunning!"
But they didn't understand that
Even if is glorious, the humanity perfection
is just a tale.
Getting obsessed with the rose they couldn't do anything.
She loved it so much as she hid it.
He couldn't stand that, he wanted to get rid of it.
The clock beats 5 in morning, the rose is stolen and crushed by the floor.
Some of his petals are now ragged...
The man's plan didn't work, she love the rosé even more .
He packed his packs and leaved their rest.
He found another woman and made another flower
While the first one tried to health the one who passed.
Of course, both rose and woman will not be the same anymore:
The rose broken, the woman nakedly
But that is life, isn't it?
You play with something, think that you can do anything
And in the end all is destroyed.....
