Reassembly

It's just a life.

My life.

It's not supposed to be hard.

But it still hurts.

That's how it always ends.

But I'm still here.

Not like that.

All alone.

Cochinillas

I have a vast imagination.

Enough for several worlds.

That can't harm anybody.

I'm a complex being.

Half man, half angel.

That is, I'm half alive

and half dead.

Even if it's just a memory

lost in the vastness...

...like the woodlouse

under the earth...

...like the Earth

in the midst of the cosmos...

...like a tiny particle

in the depth of your imagination.

I'll live here,

if you don't forget me.