You can add up the parts, but you won't have the sum

Ring the bells that still can ring 
Forget your perfect offering 
There is a crack in everything 
That's how the light gets in. 

From Anthem by L. Cohen

Te miré como a un cuadro
perfecta, de porcelana
y cuando me acerqué
te ví.
Rota, fracturada.
Mirá a través de las grietas
y te descubrí,
entera.
Perfecta.