Naked in love to see each other, to feel the skin of other bodies and, more than just to penetrate, to have the shock and brush that tell us how much we have penetrated. Nudes always, except for what doesn't matter. Why then are there people who fear the nakedness of others so much? Do you fear, less than the ugliness of many, the beauty of a few, or the fascination of the splendid parts of a rare few? And that, paralyzed (with envy), we let the world and life drift towards naked freedom? “About Nudity”, a poem from Peregrinatio ad Loca Infecta (Poetry III), is a beautiful example of Sen’s poetics beyond the borders of the much talked about metamorphoses. In open combat against any form of hypocrisy or censorship, poetry undresses in search of freedom. It embraces nudity as the only possible condition in the most extreme moments: birth, death, humiliation, pleasure. Under the watchful eye of doctors and gym teachers, or under the attentive touch of love, the nakedness of the poem is the unveiling of a conception of the world without artifices or barriers to protect us from horror or wonder, the “ugly of many”. , the “beauty of some” or the “fascination of a rare few”. Poetry and life are laid bare, so that they can penetrate each other. #fetish