That is the appropriate way of reading. A naked mind in a naked body. The truth is shy, reserved. It only dares to be naked, when you first show your nakedness.

Woman, you were born from the depth of the Earth, from the hot entrails of the life to give testimony of your mystical love.

I can not sell my art for my art is made from me, from my wet and warm dreams, from my sensitive and dreamy skin. My art has my scent, my sweat, deep scars will horrify you. My art is unique, it has no exchange value.

From the blue ocean of my dreams you were born, butterfly-woman.