Deep in the placenta, the tummy-dweller snoozes quietly, sending messages. The Madonna-faced fairy is still patient and kindly examining her belly, watching! Oh, the first, tiny chubby-angel germination of new existence, now unfolding its wings! In the happiness of the heart, it now begins in a thick stream of rays and sends more and more, pounding its berries of true pearls richly.

Oh, little, blessed unknown guest, strange planets **** the Netherlands to this big world! - While in the cellular caves of the abdominal cavity like a glorious candlelight you are searching for a possible way out and looking for your future mother's swan hands diligently and gently: Now the celebrating soul begins a quiet lullaby, giving prayers to the gracious God of Nature!

Joconda-eyed, blessed love-chalice that has elevated Existence to the altar, you have received the Hearts that love you with a humble bow with a flood of kisses! The common fate of Damocles swings over us that we could have been born into existence from the killer home of fertile mothers - your angelic baby is now

he keeps crying, squinting. He roars proudly as he perceives the warmth of his harmonies, his love, curious about everything. His love and hunger are now growing, as in the instinctive food chain of the deserved hierarchy, and he greedily squeezes, cumizza the life-giving elixir of life, which rises as a source of existence: even open, gaping wounds, from the self-craters of the ******* of the *******: comforts, babusgat and nourishes

so one-eyed child, and perhaps the unspeakable, magical moment of revolving existence! Gordian knots also seem simpler, everything is tactilely homely, realistic!

With your delicate hands you no longer caress me: because I have been waiting for you to cheer me up for all eternal and holy times! Now every holy place where you have ever left the delicate exotic line of your feet empty and landless. You were a skillful and small, mischievous princess, while your morals were tolerated in vain by your side! Behind the eternal disguise of your smile is an unmatchable and proud love.
Your jokes jingled like glass beads, on my knocking heart: And we had no idea what was flowing and sparkling between us; youthful folly, or just immortal transcendence? The unspeakable, superstitious minute was beautiful too, wonderfully beautiful!

And again, gloomy months and years are coming. He keeps his dark Joconda's eyes for someone else as a ******* of his harlot, and the call "girl" doesn't fit her anymore! Female maturity illuminates the priceless essence of a mother’s smile! He never asks me for a child blessing from now on. - The immortal emotion was among us in disguise, and only we could be quiet enough not to listen to you.

attractive, magnet's word! And the tyrant love mutually annihilated, shattered, and deceived us! If you still need a little, human feeling, think about it and always listen to the will of your heart whispering the law! With secrets and ideas - don't be afraid - the Infinite will address you!
I wish we could have guessed the truth and our common secret sooner! Alas, but no longer why should the Heart rejoice, if you can no longer be here, where can I waste my pain?

Our neighbor roars at her pampered child again. the gray-knocked prison walls are still crackling and shaking. The constant bombardment of nerve pathways is already unbearable. From the shining saints of the stars to the continents of lanterns and lanterns, the dusty night shines.

The little guy, with a hysterical, demanding mood, searches the wheel tracks of his missing bike like a magic tricycle that can fly him to the sky, but he only finds an aluminum floor worn into yellow parchment, an iron lattice drilled into the islands of panel elements! I would comfort a handkerchief or a pleasantly sour rubber bear so that the lost earth harmony could return again, and blue, red, yellow, green,

delicious little taste-snacks, rolling down your small throat like a huge grab with my tiny hands in my bag! "But what I imagine is that the proud foundations of a possible friendship can be laid," I murmur to myself. "The boy continues to demand hysterically - and more and more, and the neighbor;" an orphaned young woman is still clueless about the more playful issues of upbringing and tolerates child tyranny with gentle Joconda patience!

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!