"Everything began that February 14th, a man, pretty drunk enough to not notice a broken preservative, under the social-amorous feeling imposed by society on this date like a rule on a cruel dictatorship but of society, proceeded to the copulative act with a woman. I was wandering around in the ethereal space by that time, and realized the plant of life produced a fruit, it was an opportunity to come back to life, I wanted to live that experience again, I didn't realize the terrible mistake I was making... This life is horrible, more than horrible, it's miserable, more than miserable, it's hell. I hate that my father remembers me on this date that I was a mistake, someone they never wanted to deal with to begin with, someone that, on that specific date February 14th never thought it would stay for 13 days and 9 months to just arrive to their lives definitively. It's just another day to remind myself that in truth, nobody loves me in this life..."