éxodo

I have my books

and my poetry to protect me;

I am shielded in my armor,

hiding in my room, safe within my womb.

I touch no one and no one touches me.

I am a rock, I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;

And an island never cries.

Eso es mentira, sólo funciona por un tiempo, así que no lo hagas, y menos teniendo hámsters minúsculos sin/con pelo a tu lado.