This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted. Frederick Leboyer
This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.
This howling mouth, this head which rolls back and tries to escape. Frederick Leboyer
This howling mouth, this head which rolls back and tries to escape.
Yes, hell exists. It is not a fairy tale. One indeed burns there. This hell is not at the end of life. It is here. At the beginning. Hell is what the infant must experience before he gets to us. Frederick Leboyer
Yes, hell exists. It is not a fairy tale. One indeed burns there. This hell is not at the end of life. It is here. At the beginning. Hell is what the infant must experience before he gets to us.
These hands which stretch out, implore, beg, then rise to the head in a gesture of calamity. Frederick Leboyer
These hands which stretch out, implore, beg, then rise to the head in a gesture of calamity.
