Amores Platónicos

I won't come near your garden,
Never touch your flower,
It's better the fantasy that gave me,
Your slight closeness and its color.

You never suspected the metaphor,
And what it can achieve,
You will never understand the softness,
Of what doesn't know where it's going.

I prefer platonic loves,
Consolation of lonely fools,
I prefer impossible loves,
Consolation of having lost too much.

And so,
With your image I'll go,
Hand in hand with having desired you so much,
Better,
I unsheathe a melody,
To pay tribute to your fantasy.

I prefer platonic loves,
Consolation of lonely fools,
I prefer impossible loves,
Consolation of having lost too much.

What a revolution in my heart,
And that without having approached your balcony,
What a wonder is the disenchantment,
If it makes everything look better imagined.

I prefer platonic loves,
Consolation of lonely fools,
I prefer impossible loves,
Consolation of having lost too much.