Tuesday, August 12, 2008

How Not To Be Proud To It, One

How not to be proud to it, one of mothers, an initial kernel of a huge life to which she has allowed to be born - as each mother on light that gives to the world the childhood, neglecting the. So the sun gives to the world at a dawn the first beam, the baby of new Earth day. And the one who can weigh a grain of sand imperceptible in sand on a hand, is capable to feel all weight of a planet. And mother, the child , - all Earth holds. And only therefore its sacred it is allowed to name. So, in Raphael's paints arising, equally holding both the Earth and grain, you in my thoughts the such. Eduardas Mezhelajtis. The woman (fragment) EGOR. Liberation. Pleasure At us with Anastasiej the new honeymoon has begun of... I do not know, in how many months, to be exact, years or decades. As if the mountain stream long saved forces and has broken through at last the arisen dam and has uncontrollably rushed downwards, taking down on the way all barriers, washing off away collected in a channel deposits and drifts.

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