This beautiful and unique image for me represents unconditional and pleasant love, what is the union of an umbilical cord of a mother with a child, it is an indissoluble bond, that nothing and nobody will untie it, and speaking of this image I want to say that I'm going to make a toast. .not for the perfumed woman. Not because of the one that she offers her spells, with her artificially perfumed curls. I toasted the woman. But for one, for the woman who ruined me in her crib. .for the woman who broke my whole heart one by one. For the woman who taught me as a child what exquisite, deep and true affection is worth. .for my mother, for that I toasted, I will deflower this lethal grief that kills me, and I will toast my absent mother and that from heaven implores, to be with her again very soon. .a stanza of the bohemian toast, whose author I do not know, but one mother's day I sing it to her as a gift .
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