The wheel is come full circle.
-William Shakespeare

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     Every Journey Has An EndingIf I would have nine lives,
maybe in one of them,
I would smile to a star called Desire,
which appears from time to time on the sky of an unknown planet,
to make life brighter.
With eight lives, I would think I'm so rich,
that I would be able to find that wonderful legendary golden dragon
and with generosity,
maybe he would protect me from emptiness.
With seven lives,
I would be so proud by my beauty,
that maybe I would forget
that you can not live so long without having a doubt.
With six lives,
I would turn the ashes of the Universe in diamonds
and maybe all known or unknown eyes,
would see the light.
With five lives,
maybe I would discover from where springing the rainbow
and I would catch roots
in a certain Tomorrow.
With four lives,
maybe I would be very selfish
and I would believe that my heart can sing
and that song could stop time passing.
With three lives,
I would dream that my insanity was cured
and maybe,
I would be able to learn to love.
With two lives,
I would start to appr 

  <da:thumb id="453950017"/>  A drive through HandsomeMost of the houses in Handsome looked like they were sculpted from the dirt, bleached gray and carved by wind and heat. The town’s population was 883, and that never changed in all the years I lived there. It was a farming town, mostly winter wheat and cow corn. Downtown consisted of the domino parlor that looked etched from sandstone, and the Five Star Milling Company that filled most of a city block. It had a squat pink facade the same hue as a slab of pork. There was the U Drop Inn Café, which claimed to serve the best steaks between Amarillo and Oklahoma City. There are a hundred towns just like it off U.S. 66. Blink and you miss them. Blink twice and you’re in Joshua, Texas.
We lived in a tumbledown farmhouse outside of town. My father worked the nineteen acres he leased from Bennett Crawley, who owned the Five Star. Farm work bored my father, I think, or confused him. He was always on his feet, always looking for someplace else to be.
I remember an old tractor 

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Life is like a wheel.  Sooner or later, it always come around to where you started again.
-Stephen King