I was naked by flourishing and tender kisses;
Ancient mysteries were interlaced at night.
Touch me; touch me, dear, to unite all pieces
I was broken to! Share with your light!
Holy Providence will interleave my sorrow,
And an undergrowth of a youth will judge my past.
Let us knit in black with white and, maybe, borrow
Of Eternity some centuries to last.
I Was Naked...
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