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nostalgia by: Pipo Sulpico
Traps, flaps and flights- Alindog
in this sphere of flights
is there somewhere to hide?
where someone stands
between you and the sea
holding your hand
clasping the sand
someone who unsails
just to hear you breathe
in this land of leavings
why do you stay?
why do you settle for the years
that have sailed?
for the broken smile of your wife
for the curtains of your night
for the smell of the dawn
when all the flames have died
sometimes, saying goodbye
is like trapping a firefly
it flickers through the night
flapping beauty and light
you wake up the next morning
it owns no streak of life
in this endless loop
whose arms do you hold?
are you around the one who can’t let you go
or do you lie next to the one you cant live without
do you palm oasis
in this square of drought?
if there are beautiful deaths
would you brave to die?
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i woke up with this song. gargled with beats.
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obviously, bag-o lang kaw ka mata. wala ka pa gani kapangalimog kay bedroom voice gid. i find it artsy pamatian. born lyricist ka bro.
Posted by officem8 at September 16, 2008, 11:29 ami love the way you compared saying goodbye to trapping a firefly 
hays… this world is full of goodbyes… people always leave. sometimes they come back, and some times they don’t…
why stay in this world of leavings? let’s just say ‘I’ am taking that leap of faith…
brilliant.. as usual
@ dee: wow. that’s wonderful. i wish you both all the blessings of love and infinity
Posted by modernpatadyong at September 17, 2008, 12:33 pm@officem8: haha. bleeeh 
@ron: sometimes staying and leaving come from different paths when all the while we think that one is the opposing aisle of the other.
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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 have found someone but the sea stands between us. He held my hand securely and lovingly as much as we were given the time to. We also walked barefoot under the same bed of sands. And he sailed across the lobe just to hear me breathe.
I hope all is well.
Posted by Dee at September 16, 2008, 10:09 am