The Postman (Il Postino), Poetry and Music Suite/Morning (Love Sonnet ...)-Luis Bacalov

[00:03.12]Naked, you are simple as one of your hands, [00:05.73]Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round: [00:10.38]You have moonlines, applepathways: [00:13.82]Naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat. [00:17.89]Naked, you are blue as the night in Cuba; [00:22.69]You have vines and stars in your hair; [00:25.96]Naked, you are spacious and yellow [00:28.01]As summer in a golden church. [00:31.13]Naked, you are tiny as one of your nails, [00:33.53]Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born [00:37.30]And you withdraw to the underground world, [00:40.62]as if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores: [00:44.03]Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves, [00:48.80]And becomes a naked hand again.