A son asks his father: What is the perfection?
And the father replies him:
The perfection is when your favorite football coach: Josep Guardiola, of the club of your heart: F.C. Barcelona, sings/recites a poem of your favorite catalan poet: Miquel Martí i Pol, inside a homage song to this poet and all the lyrics in the clip are written with the last font of your platonic love, typographically speaking... ;)
Yes, my son, that's the perfection... :)