Love is not always wise

Separated or not into solid bodies, But sometimes liquid. Ah, now the structures cause distrust...

I need clarity and objectivity.

I don't know if I can, but I'll try. That's right.

Burning love, serene, sweet, bitter and unfathomable,

Lived in every way,

In the happy moments and the darkest.

indestructible fortress,

But that in their structures

I didn't imagine being a victim of infiltrations

That crosses the interstices.

Whether or not separated into solid bodies,

But sometimes liquid.

Ah, now the structures cause distrust.

Didn't reckon with wishes in unwanted times,

Suffocated but who survived the suicides

And revived and escaped the dungeons

And came to honor the sun that invites us every day

Manifesting through light the beauty of love.

Describing love brings bitter innocence.

I thought I knew him, silly.

It had no dimension of its extraordinary metamorphosis

That makes us understand that we are always incomplete

And imperfect wanting to be perfect.

In your transformation, I seek partnership.

Found it now.

I have the sun as my witness.

Live passions of moments that make a few minutes happy

They can steal years of absolute and undoubted truths

Which translate the alchemy of love,

This lived, felt,

Friendly love that teaches that to love is to renounce and covet,

Appropriating the other with the desire not to miss.

Ah... To desire you is to go beyond human capabilities,

Traveling through areas explored by the sensitivity of living this love,

That fines itself every day, learning that the formula of love is renewed As we internalize our overwhelming dependence;

And that to live infinity we need to live today and now.

Antelmara Silva.

Pedagogue and degree in Philosophy.