In her comfortable refuge
The embryo is shrinking in a ball,
The unique her care is to survive,
The unique her occupation is to eat.
He know, that her mission is big –
If he dies, a branch will to wither,
That will can to bring in
An special yield…
A savant or a famous poet –
Her birthday will to sign
With the red color in almanac.
But over this moment,
He grows and warms
Near the knocks of the woman’s heart,
That loves him less conditions
And murmurs in secret:
- My darling little boy…
That is the reason of any man
For to adore the women… less conditions.