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“The gift is yours
to keep or not to.
i can no more reclaim it
than the sea disowns its salt
for, love,
how do you
UNBREATHE
a breath?”
-Neil Garcia-
bugsay by: G-boy Apil. 11 years old.
Call me the Sea-Ferraby Lionheart
with her skirt, she caught shells
dead shrimps, she sang for the sea gulls
and the mermen.
the cold waves swept her toes
the ripcurls they left were
replicas of those years
which paddled her to coasts,
those hair which wrapped her face
those
rafts of bamboos, twigs and twines
when clouds fell
with the weeping soul
and the fish
rose to kiss
the sky
as she blew the lamp,
raked the hair
of the fisherman’s sleeping wife.
*on the sand of San Roque poem 08-27-08
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hays…. you’re back and im gald the lunacy ebbed for you… you know im a fan right? you’re one of the pure artists here in the blogosphere…
thanks for reading me… ahehe…i’m really glad im able to share something to you. keep posting, ayt?
i commented on the watercolor painting… that was really brilliant too! ciao! missed you too, mate!
Posted by roneiluke at August 29, 2008, 9:18 pm^_^
Posted by akosikai at August 30, 2008, 10:31 am@panaderos: thanks bro. your concern is much much appreciated. 
@ ron: sus, ikaw nga tong tipo ng blogger na binubuhos ang kaluluwa sa akda. sarap ngang magbasa. sometimes, i wonder how you live your life in your space there.
@kai: *tickles*
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Posted by Mulberry Outlet at December 8, 2011, 2:31 pm
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she likes seashore naps and the view of everything from the bus window. she likes tiny moments and the small spaces between faces when people talk.
sometimes, she wakes up to that odd feeling of being a fallen leaf, an old tree, an azotea or a waitress somewhere-- talking to a taxicab driver about that random song on the radio.
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and this. a proof that:
how you see LIFE is how
you actually see YOUR self.
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maddening spurt:
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“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
-Jack Kerouac-
I love the new layout. I’m glad to see the site’s back. I was here a few times in the last week or so and thought that you had closed it.
But you’re back and that’s all that matters. Take care.
Posted by Panaderos at August 29, 2008, 7:30 pm