One cross for a lifetime to bear.
Two hands for the morning prayer.
Three dimensions to feel the deepness of the sky or the Times Square.
Four seasons to dress the smile that we wear.
Five is two plus two - if the State might declare.
Six are the days for earthian worries, at least one - the dream layer.
Seven or more world wonders are there, and yet is the ego we care.
Eight years has passed since they said: eight are the main planets,
Pluto is just a "dwarf planet" left for the dark space to lair.
Nine on a Beaufort's scale is a strong gale,
And when an earthquake strikes nine on Richter's - a nightmare.
Ten were the Commandments first written in stone, broken by Moses in a moment's despair.
Eleven was the hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month - the time to prepare
The awaited silence that came after the Great War, when nobody won fair and square.
Twelve are the colour wheel's hues for a canvas to use or when painting the thin air.
Thirteen were the men present for the Last Supper and between them: the Son of Man.
Fourteen is the atomic number of Silicon that enables our technology without being aware.
Fifteen minutes is the academic quarter rule so you can't be late for life lessons ne'er.
Sixteen is that beautiful age of man when everything turns to pyramids or sand within a flare.
Seventeen distinct wallpaper groups for a two-dimensional pattern are possible in art affair.
Eighteen is the number of this day of October, when I have, yet again, some words (and an image) to share.
