Your nudity so fragile
that reveals you and that hides you
that shows courage and ease
when your pedestal claims you
but sometimes let's escape what is hidden
between the cracks and wounds
what you hid with clothes and makeup
It is seen through
when it turns on the light
with your bare heart
and as you came to the world stops showing beauty and divinity
are sung screams and cries for help
The fragility of my naked body
feels empty
and at the same time, filled with contaminated oxygen
and where they should grow flowers
settles the undergrowth
and my skin that was so soft
now has thorns
and someday my body can rest
besides another naked body
I never overlooked the scars
and I kissed them
because they will always be there
and do not try to heal them because they will never be able to heal
but the heat will be who arrives by the request for help
And the heat is going to be our clothes.
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