As a precocious, warrior claimant, we firmly strengthened our mother's belly with an ancient sea shroud, where we would have been relieved of our tiny life in a wasteful, slimy spacesuit Birth: We soon gave our tiny life, which usurped fate, to the proud, conceited hands of executioners! - Feminine two hills brought to life the elixirs of salvation, of survival, of softness with a soft caress!

We roared of Being with the cries of Topor Cupid: Just notice in Life that the unique and unrepeatable Man was born again! Screaming with a trembling true pearl sweat, our mother demanded the basic laws of survival: Sacrificing our most beautiful tooth-clamping gift to us to taste the initial pitfalls of independence after the placenta!

The creator kills cherished clotted twilight nuggets, and the desire to hope again calls the Deeds into a secret duel with silence that distributes harmony; Joconda-strained every Madonna movement. And the ear-splitting rickshaws of our final deliverance were increasingly calmed by the rocking rock. Imaginary links to the world - we are connected, and Man has become a love that can be passed on to the flesh: With his greed he is also unconscious

demanded more and more! He also lived the Gordius cord, which was once more nutritious: What he once grew with the diligent diligence of a mother's bee hive to make the new life flourish richly was cut off sooner, and suddenly the consciousness tore at people:

There are also the blue people of the day, peacetime tummy dwellers! From the eyes of women, immortal Thanksgiving is now unstoppable and their worries are shattered in the love mill. They can’t even guess that the final countdown was born at the same time with their screaming!