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thinking of buried memories aloud
sounds like the squeaks of old carousels,
the stark melancholy of dreaming about being the last person on earth.
the faded echoes, laughter of a love that has never ended but is nowhere.
the recorded cassette tapes from Barotac Viejo to Bukit Batok, 1991.
the first glance of the last raindrop of November and the last sunset of May.
and sometimes, it sounds like tabula rasa
like a coin fall on the floor
like a sigh of an old man playing dama against his apo
like a honk of the taxicab you did not want to get off from
or just a pee
of the earth
when you sleep all day long
repressing,
forgetting,
waking up to a new life of haste,
fewer friends
solitude
and the shortest
haircut
because the gayparlorista
was lonely
like you
* for Ghagha. for braiding my tail.
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first, i love the photo. brings me back to old Brussels. the words are haunting. i love this.
Posted by ben at October 12, 2008, 9:37 am@m: *hugs*
@ben: thanks Ben. I love those kids caricatures in DA 
unsay meaning sa tiyog tin?
favorite ko ni nga poem nimo. TT_TT
@kimay: i will send you this
Posted by modernpatadyong at October 13, 2008, 9:17 pm:( hayhay
Posted by officem8 at October 14, 2008, 11:44 am
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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-
this is so beautiful and painful
Posted by maurya at October 11, 2008, 12:53 pm