In normal and free adolescence, without submission to trivialized perversion, nature, wonderfully, keeps the ideals of the attractions of love separated, remaining independent of each other, the psychic spheres and the physical impulse. It is the platonic spring love, idealized, where the clean, flowery and itinerant fantasy through hallucinatory green-meadow passages, seeks the contemplative fusion of souls without giving the option, even, to the feeling of red passion: Only joy and pride, without limits, overflow from the heart when the innocent and sublime dalliance of “holding the hand” generates a lasting and mutual goodwill.
Purity!
doctorpoet
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