We exist with each other, in a conflict that brings love and death closer together. There is a struggle that this relationship involves, and only then can we live the truth in intimacy. The possibility of living this truth on our horizon can never be done without being willing to go through the rawness of the mutation that disfigures the very notion of a utopian body. This metamorphosis only happens together and against the body of the other, and in it lies the hidden violence of a subversion of roles. Here, the body exposes itself in the rawness of existing from nothing, and thus everything emerges. It gets lost in the transparent incomprehension of its fragility and subverts this meaning in the perverted provocation of difference. The dance that emerges from the intimate deformation of the state of the observed body. We will never be more than what we are naked.