My love is not platonic If the planet is the great cave, then I celebrate my shadows If the sunset shows itself to me in this way, I have no reason to be arrogant enough to believe that it is imperfect, that the real sunset is the one I cannot see "There is enough beauty in being here and not anywhere else", as Pessoa said What exists here and now is more beautiful, alive, fragrant, delicious than anything that exists only in propaganda There is no ideal of perfection, nor heaven or future life that can overshadow the beauty of this life, of this love Faith in what cannot be seen can threaten me, can bargain, can do whatever it wants, but I continue to believe in what is credible I do not need this incredible, ideal, distant love I do not want a platonic love, the father of heavenly Christian love, I want a real earthly love I do not believe in the supernatural because there is nothing superior to nature My loves are not platonic, They recognize my shadows. Around the campfire I listen, tell and live our stories, warmed by the warmth of the present.