The mother, the sister of the godly life, the birth of worlds within a sharp scream

Albert Vataj

The birth, the behavior of a child is the most sublime act that manages to cover with the most extensive light that life has seen in the eyes of a mother.
Thousands of suns erupt in a single moment. The infinity of galaxies emerge in this magnificent ceremony, where the worlds and civilizations are spoken with the tears of the mother, the careless movements and the hymns of the child.
After the hardships and fatigue, after fear and pain that the edge of the excessive targets, a woman tries to stretch her hands and take the baby, get the victory of this triumphant battle.
It takes in the hands of the creature that is conceived and grown inside its stature, and covering it with kisses and crying, its crying allows it to rest in the chest peace, in the thunder of that heart that has heard a heart within its 9 months and today hears a life in life of eternity.
And the big minutes of this waiting threshold extend into eye shootings and gas.
The mother covers the baby with the eyes of the red eyes, wrap it with the trembling fingers and weeps. She already has the world in her chest, has a mother in her soul, has the goddess on the altar of the high duty she receives this day, the day of the creation of the world.
(As I reread what I wrote, I think there is no opportunity, no, I cannot believe that I wrote these words, it is not me, it is a divine spirit that comes down to my word. And that is what I believe)