Perfection is empty
Empty of stories
Empty of feelings
Fighting
Of exceedances
Perfection does not inspire
Does not narrate
Does not tell stories
This hollow
It is a pretty showcase without more.
Where there are no defects
Nor reality
They only represent the eyes that see but do not look.
However
Beauty is strewn with scars
Of defects
Of internal and external struggles
Of the color that represents us
Even though sometimes it's black
And above all
In how we shine and how our soul sounds
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