The third turning circle (the first part in the turning cycle)

Dream of the yearning to the poetry...

The third turning circle (the first part in the turning cycle) the story of the I, Eloa, son, brother and lover of Seraphiene', speak wanted is now open before my eyes.

The time the first tropic, started to weigh... So, I put together similar to the determination run, - and got it!

Page to page filled equal to the Prism, or much more than that, the look of a the same.

Everything started to want to remember... On the way there, I found myself beyond there, half length, in the darkness of oblivion.

Once there, I, Eloa, sail covers my own spirit boat... The map unrolled slowly in my mind's eye.

It seemed , as she wanted their content very reluctant price give it to me. In the next second, she wanted to avoid suddenly – without understanding! I took their four ends and turned the blade speed to the coordinates to match. Quickly and without delay calculated I, Eloa, the correct equations.

From the Elysium (translated)

Ask yourself the voice - why you've heard?

For love's sake, you say softly.

The wind sings and sings the birds: "to shout we are born to sing out of you."

Bright says light, hidden sounds, his reputation and the Seraphiene: beloved, sing it from the oath.

And question you, you wind, the bird. He loves you from the inside.

Sunlight, who love it, very light, you appreciate you same - Seraphiene, - the Eloha: "gently your gentle surrounds us to bubbles that connects us - oil anointed the young commanded."

Let us sing hiking, like the bright morning sun above and below to witness.

Born in spheres, the desire to lively love!

From the Elysium

Ask your self the voice -
why have you heard?

For love's sake, you say softly.

The wind sings and sings the birds: "to shout we are born, to sing from yourselves."

Bright says light, hidden sounds its reputation -

and the Seraphiene to:
Beloved, you sing it from the oath.

And you, you wind, ask the bird. He loves you from the inside.

The sunlight it love shines very brightly, you treasure you same - Seraphiene, - the Eloha:

"gently your gentle surrounds us blow the connecting us - anointed oil have commanded the young boy.

Let us wander, sing like the bright morning sun, testify to up and down.

Spheres, who love sake, born around to elated!

Mysterious life

Escaping call - refugee voice.             Your sound is silent. Not to hear - imperceptibly only!

Your on thought in to the morning light - happy through the back Hall.

Sounds very gently and without pride - if the splendour of the sun shines.

Dance your shadow from the old days, happily up and down - is the light of my soul, never quite broken – it heralds!

On sunny days when the birds enjoy, and the whole Sadeq the creator services, - is a reunion - as was the first act although the dance of the sweet scents, in another place is spreading!

Rarely, the reputation deeply penetrates your loyal oath at the gate, gently exploring to,

The Flower song

My friend - who commands flower go to commemorate your! The last flowers, not invented - even heard! Although, their pro rata. in the touch of your tender Sun splendor - since the beginning! We, your, remember! See! -Hour which is not measured, the heart of which it fails, full of longing, pain. Without it ever was able only to sound - a sound to give - in his glory? Lover of your clone not conceived!" Swing! -your head equal to the creator in that hour, not detected! He has not wanted the flower in the early morning sun - they not conceived before they arise – to serve without equity? Let! Draw us! Your course through the breastfeeding train - North, the Sun sound! And now?" You know your pale beauty of flowers splendor - the you to friends, included in? Give the back Hall his own! Ask not where - why? Never! - and without exception of those to be become not proportionately? Let us love, if the Sun run of your own, in the midnight - your we you remember, want! Lovely dawn - never was recognized in the Sun!

Lovely Arcadia

Arcadia lovely box - climbing to the North which is mellow capable bliss - you are looking for your! The vine-red stream rises inside you - source all living - joy and point of view of the stages run after thee - to pay tribute to you. Revealed and without self-interest imbued with frugal through the barrel through you will receive it the white Golden fluid! Blessed and exalted enthroned lovely fragrant Apple trees make so sweet may - to cover the Earth equal to all moons is not able! And equal to their brothers the dust reveal fruit through space - which the flower worn against the morning light - your decorative is sweet! May your o father of the mountains - feast in the valleys their deeds! The shores start to open - the silent course runs very quickly my brother friend! Those - have revealed themselves far from the North - they start calculating run to the disposition justice sake - the fanfare to open soon - although its not known. The characters take was - your wiedersacher to do their best - although not the clone match. Let us my words you listen my brother friend - we shared this nights far the sweet scars carry fragrance permeates the airwaves in those - we owe our friends brother it! Do you hear them already? They rejoice in humility not your own sake - the urge of life gets very gentle – they notice! Your realm can be praising appreciate - your guardian raised the shield stretch pleasure - the banner to announce the last days of their inadequacy- – eager your rise us proudly limbs stretch and the coordinates match the proclamation of the Observants - same as constantly calculate. What I would like to tell you my brother friend lovely gesühntes Arcadia - yours may be not prorated friends! Eyeball screams me after bitter water – what is the Sin offering all the unspeakable Burns! Your brothers ask by the longing to yours – they whisper each other inaudible the bitter pain - only so they cannot be drunk. If the banner white vehicle parts the upper course - will make you know and be sure! no army of colors well the hour of drive - it much more than those of whom are we gekündet! Also I would like to give one last kiss you before I must rush once! Be sure - you will grieve and weep not my guardian in your lofty heart--that some don't like enough you in the go hand in hand to collect their blood-soaked corrupted drowned eye. Your race to the honor inherent in your run - resistant and during - crowned our father's love - crossed. [F.B]

The calling voice

Calling voice seekers call - widely attacked your destiny. Penetrated your run! Starting wastes, withered River. According to which commands is your request? The crafty serpent, without breeding or loot - their glorification prey? Or about but the stupid voice, their own delusion? The callers voice! The seekers call! It does not, neither that she brags about - not yet! The end of the muzzle, behind the Citadel, in the gilded Dungeon, your calls, takes care of your. to the silent calls sake. Parable without if yet. Unconditionally!

[F.B]

The Sweet desire

Venus you blissful as you shine behind your exalted robe!

O you Holy, you lead the devoted friends and moving them to your skill.

Because even the gang of Orion are hold - matter of seven that bind them!

And so run, brightness through the series through the times those Commission - in your run!

And there by your side, hold o Apollo - as the with your bow!

How it popular friends - equal to the Providence and her skill.

And those which displays and merket met Yes not on - your arrow, Hey.

He has not missed its goal!