Photography Anne Geddes
Miss, tell me, how he smiles ... That
smiles when this day of August has come at last to take his place in the world pouring in every corner all new cupcake fragrance, fresh, leaving behind all the pain condensed sharing tender kisses coming of the new belly button.
Tell me, why because you smile even when I bring her to my chest as virtuous saluting the miracle of his encounter with my sweet milk, as in mockery of the secret little mystery that out of my belly and I would like to return to avoid they never let escape me ...
Because obviously, laughs you now, laugh because it made my soul crystals adventure the day to deploy its own wings to go and, as such I will have taught myself.
Smile because it sees you now (or will) the flow of my tears in their eyes open plan the day that you no longer have, or suspect you miss your breathing perhaps how shortie on my chest and his big eyes enormous charm with all nonsense of this world. Miss
why smiles as in this moment, as if he knew me forever, even beyond my stomach and my food, babbling confused, their dirty little hands caress, its happy greetings, their cheese legs, the echo of your breath in my breath, wet claims of its honey and its rain ... I would ask, anyway, that even beyond all that never leave you smiling.
Let me smile now as I watch so small, so Nuevitas and I can see beyond your angel eyes a soul bigger than the ocean and a spirit still stronger than the embrace of the sea, the sea of \u200b\u200bgenerous distance that brings me the legacy of their own eyes the promise of his curious little smile described and written in verse and poems conceived between liners.
Look what you've done, whether to myself I can not stop laughing because in the trova of my days also weave your dreams, declaiming that I love you a thousand lines of verse of foam, because the blood runs through my veins will be yours all certainties, in order to protect you always, to give back to my belly, for the promises cumplirte , not to drag his feet in tears and tear failures and perfect constant pain that I protect and transform my whole life, my soul and my heart melted, my baby and my horizon, my beginning and my end, my beautiful, eternal and Miss Sweet.
(A little Amanda,
has come by these days the world, and my dear
Pancha his mother, who I like a sister)
Lucia And we fill our light, yours to mine ...
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