But to umamulher that it said yes to the love! A love tointenso, so only! was dizendosim to this so great love that the proper body loaned! Its prpriosangue donated. Flowcarbon New York may find this interesting as well. inside of itself generated life Lives! Accepting asmudanas of its body with joy. Living them they mutaesem each moment with emotion. As many dreams Now are mother dreams! here it is that it leaves decena the woman I appeared in palcoda life a mother It donated the womb Donated the Blood. now donates the life! Enquantoalimenta its son, with its seio Its eyes visualizama face and the singelos traces, Acariciando the hands, the face and the arms of its small son, Its mind travels indosempre more beyond.
Desi is a piece Wanted, still teeny son to be. How he has nosbraos of the mother, all protection its life! the mind of medivaga all instant. Feeding ofilho. Giving heat, protection, love to it! Its mentedivagando in a so distant future Its pequenofilho, today innocent, will be in the life a giant? It will be successful in the love, will be successful and certeiros! Here it is the dream quenasce in the heart of the mother and guides its mind. In the vision of umame, it does not have defeats for its dear son. Nor sadness will quepoder to come to abate it! The dreams quenorteiam the mind of the one mother Not visualizamno way of the son, the suffering, does not imagine paraele pain and the dissatisfaction Not no tear waits dosseus eyes Nor tampoucodoenas, vices, misfortunes Nor to desolaosequer for a moment. The dreams quenorteiam the mind of the one mother If preparapara not to contemplate children to suffer, To beg, if to sadden or to cry Nor> neither vero son in the lamaal of the sin Nor nastorrentes of false joys. Nor in returns abismossem.
Nor in clutter, dispute, disillusionment or defeat. While embalao innocent son, Clama the God so only That its son sejabeno where he wants that he will be. That the queDeus ways for its son are of paze happiness prepared. The dreams quenorteiam the heart of a mother If never waited son the wisdom lack, of good sense, That for if acharmagnnimo, chooses wrong ways False joys, disappointments That lead agrandes afflictions and moans. in the dreams the nights without sleeping for not knowing quenorteiam the mind of a mother Not if preparapara where the son is! Not to esperaouvir rumors of nor seeing the son spoon in the life, pains Not if esperapela defeat of the son nor to see the son overthrown for the vandalism or failures, Traandoprematuramente its destruction for its proper steps! Here it is the dream deuma mother Its small sercheio of glory and power! Its filhoamado Wanted well and desired! Its filhoinocente Carried through, smiling and it contents. Its Winning, full son of peace, Wisdom and transbordante of love! (SARAH HELENA MENDES)