At the end of the day, we invite ourselves to the sorrows, so that we always remain naked before who matters the most: to ourselves.
For it is life characteristic of itself to request such nudity for us to know how to dress ourselves with new clothes and dreams, since sadness is the precise symptom that addresses us and to tell us among some things that the clothes we have are no longer fit in us.
But we insist in refusing such advice and request; and how easy it is to find rags through the streets we cross daily.
Among humans, intolerance, fears, which of us?
Beatriz Esmer 
Obrigado por lembrar desse olhar da nudez, tão necessária a todos nós.
Obrigada a você!