I Want to Hold te & Never Let te Go

The chance I get to walk with you,
Just take my hand, we’ll start again.
I tried to give te all I had,
But Lost my sense inside my head.
I can’t believe te let me in after all I did.
I tried to see it through your eyes,
But failed again at the life I live.
Your eyes so kind, loving and true,
To care for something as evil as me.
Everything happens for a reason,
Or so I'm told.
So why was it te I found in my darkest hours?
You made the sun shine again for me,
Made the birds sing and the fiori bloom.
You made everything that wasn't worth living for,
A possiblity again.
So why did I treat te like all...

NINE-YEAR CYCLES (a.k.a. temporal cycles)

The power of the world always works in circles, and everything tries to be round. The sky round, and I have heard that the earth is like a ball, and so are the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls; birds make their nests in circle, for theirs is the same religion as ours. The sun and moon, both round, come forth and go down again in a circle. Even the seasons form a great cerchio in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a person is a cerchio from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power...