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08/29/08

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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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Posted by modernpatadyong at 16:25:00 | permalink

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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

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*

Posted by modernpatadyong at September 4, 2008, 9:40 pm

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