Difference Between Maternity Leave And Disability

A child who grows under your fingers ...

"I feel: the warm life the time has come. It 's the flame low, remember that hastens slowly forget about him I think I regret. And' the look that accompanies warm home in the leaf falls, is the direction that does not know where the depth is not interested. It 's the quiet breathing of anxiety bored of itself, is forgiving the crime, the force that plays cards and not a gift. Life warm and hot and cold together, is the memento mori that forgets the light on, is the long shadow stitching spending half a lifetime, is Falling on the eyelid that noise, it's the surprise - but I had expected. The warm life is just as soft as the grass withered, it is a little girl growing up under your fingers, you know without saying, is an afternoon knowing that the night is not to die. " Aldo Tanchis