It was presented without its nudity

 It was presented without its nudity. Even in the ruins of his dreams. Everywhere pure emptiness without silence. The Shih Ching "Book of Sounds". The house comes out and is wrapped in mirrors. He painted a new colander for the inside of the mirror. Between its ring the surrounding images slipped at the speed of light. He was defeated by the clothes that came off like an image in the direction of the hole. Her nakedness followed her. It was presented without nudity. Before the call of the sex of the other and of one's own. It was presented without nudity before the strangeness of the eye. Before the cold of his own bones.  It was presented herself without nakedness before the nakedness of the eyes. It was presented without nudity like lost objects, naked in their disappearance. It was presented without nudity at first unacknowledged. It didn't recognize herself in the mirrors without her nakedness. It was presented without nudity as born from warnings about the dangers. Naked in that innocence, only love took away her nudity.