clavo

= and it is like a nail that has been sticking in your heart...
slowly, but in a persistent and obstinate way, as the fine rain that seems to be imperceptible but wets you completely.
and as the seasons pass, this nail embeds itself more and more
and the pain that it causes sometimes is sweet but you know that it is pain anyway.

inevitale, inconceivably... it would be better to finish with it
but then you understand that in case of extracting this nail of your heart nothing serious would happen, simply your life would go away with it.
it is something like this, but maybe a little different

just a little*

*fuckinailing