Mother, perfect body of human procreation. Sums of me and all, alliance of virtue. I will not repeat what others that you have worshiped with his heart, I do with mine, son of yours, part of the whole. I went from full enjoyment
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All mothers
in your belly until the seminal moment opened the horizons for me to see the light, and you gave me your breasts, stroked my bloodied face and rest my fevers. 
eternal Mother and fruitful seems redundant. You can not be the first without adding the two last words. You can not have it only by the benevolence of those eyes that close when it is intense light. We weigh it in the cleanliness of love, that everything can and endures all things. wove my first costume with your fingers virtuous and tender, did the same with my future, often with a dad insomniac so far back in irredentist mountains, collecting sunrises.
From humble table gave me the best part, why not do the same as giving me?
I say, those who do not see you with the insistent beat of my side, that you're not, I explain your way sad after bypass hospitals and I do not understand, I do not want I can. The first leg is not so if you're still with me in my dreams, in my care for your grandchildren, in the eternal glory of being part of you. Thanks to you I feel better parent.
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