El día que aprendí que no sé amar

The weight given to the idea of exclusivity in a love relationship is a topic that raises passions and is marking some of the most interesting debates in recent years. Deep down we are educated to aspire to a utopia: the day we finally discover True Love and find our better half. But the fantasy of romantic love, far from being the eternal happiness that it promises us, is the origin of many of our miseries, and is crossed by expectations in which political, cultural and personal history mix. More than a criticism of monogamy, The day I learned that I don't know how to love is an invitation to rethink the patterns that keep society divided into a binarism that reifies the other and prevents us from having more realistic expectations and relating to people of flesh and blood. bone, and not with an abstract entity drawn in our imagination.