On a cold day in winter
Some porcupines huddled together for warmth
But as they began to prick one another with their quills
They were obliged to disperse
However the cold drove them together again
When just the same thing happened
The porcupines chose to be distant from each other
But two of them decided to stay close
They were so close that could feel the breath on their neck
So close that could feel the heart under their skin
So close that could feel the blood slowly flow on their body
And it was pleasant
It was warm
When the dawn came, they were perished
All the other porcupines continued to survive
Struggling between cold, suffer and pain
Looking for a bit of relief
And in the end, they all fade away by the winter's gale
But among them, who really knew happiness?