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I am convinced that God made my body perfect at birth. And then the people robbed me, took away my strength and left crippled. I stole a female nature. If God had wanted those body parts I had, for what he made them?

- To be born again, ' sang Jibril Farishta, tumbling in the sky - first you have to die. Ho JI! Ho JI! To the breast of the earth to fall, I'm going to take off. Tat-TAA! Taka-tum! How to start laughing again, tears not to drop? How love to win, if not to breathe?


Quote in English
Explanation of the quote:

Ho JI - a joyous cry, similar to the Russian "hurray". Often found in Indian songs.
Tat-TAA, Taka-tum - syllables used in the teaching of traditional rhythms.

If life has forced people to be alone is a precious chance. The light emerges from the darkness, the right words come out of silence, the psychological birth of the individual occurs only in private.

At that time,
When, suffused, stronger
The roots of white radish in the village,
Born
And my son died.

A noir, E blanc, I rouge, U vert, O bleu, voyelles,
Je dirai quelque jour vos naissances latentes.
A, noir corset velu des mouches éclatantes
Bombillent Qui autour des cruelles puanteurs,
Golfe d'ombre; E, candeur des vapeurs et des tentes,
Lance des glaciers fiers, rois blancs, frissons d ombelles
I, pourpres, sang craché, rire des lèvres belles
Dans la colère ou les ivresses pénitentes;




A - black, white - E, U green, O - blue,
And red... I want to open a birth vowels.
A black corset under a swarm of flies is terrible,
Swarming around like in the fall or in the mud,
The world of darkness; E - the rest of the fog over the desert,
Shake the flowers off of the glaciers threat.
And purple, with a clot of blood, smile of beautiful lips
In their anger or in their foolishness Shrine.

We are born and die alone. We live their lives as they can.

Before birth it should be, to get married!

Today I became a young daddy!
This event are all very excited
Just because, I guess, must get married...

Nothing is more boundless than a blank canvas. This place to the birth of ideas, torn out of eternity...

To be born is to buy a ticket. And then - as it will.

- Zapadlo, was born on Monday.
- On Monday you do not drive, nice day, so my city is called.

Bad not born. As noted by Winnicott, "the baby may hate the mother in only one case - if the first hate your own child."

We are born with a half formed brain, which is a rather a lump of clay and not of God the Olympian. As said psychoanalyst Donald Winnicott: "Separate the concept of "child" does not exist." Human development occurs not in isolation, but only in interaction with each other. We form and finish this process invisible forces that we don't remember our parents. Scary, isn't it? Who knows what humiliations and punishments we experienced in the time when memory is not yet formed? Our personality has already been formed, and we didn't even know about it

- I have no name, I just two days.
- What should I call you?
- I am happy, joy is my name.
Sweet joy befell thee!
Adorable joy! Sweet joy but two days old.
Sweet joy I call thee:
you smile
I sing
sweet joy befalls you!