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the aim is to be a traveler and not to be a tourist
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Concepcion, Iloilo
Tuesday,
let me mourn for those
in the fields, browned by the sun.
let me cry for those bodies
I let my hands fumble my curiosity with,
let me hold sea urchins and hurt for
those places where I left them
Wednesday,
A school of fish will run around me
in circles, ask me about my legs,
my breasts, my thighs, my pubic hair,
and why I look like those men with cigarettes
throwing dynamites.
Thursday,
Picking dead shells for the most alive person
I have met up there, a soul which held mine
from that very day I listened to the willows
sway, margining the runway.
Friday,
The mermaids will comb my hair and tell me
stories about humans they have
fallen in-love with
but have
all chosen to forget.
Behind the rocks, they hid
as the salt on their cheeks mimicked
the taste of their eyes.
Saturday,
The ghosts from the sunken ship will write
letters for their families, for their mothers waiting by the door,
for their fathers in umba-umbas, sleeping with memories of 1994,
for their children and the paper boats they lick and fold,
for the next years that never came, for the deaths that did not
end with engraved names and carabao grasses.
Sunday,
A hand will pull me up from the ocean,
a wounded palm that smelt gas,
broken oil lamps
and years of waiting
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thanks to Leo for the photos.
thanks to Deviant Art for the second Lit Daily Deviation award for my poem Kwarto.
Singgit Sirkulo is now conducting the K Summer Classes
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When was the last time you have felt non-materially happy? live love and lol.
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i know a couple who really likes to ‘travel’ tin. they work and save and then travel for a year or two. mao gyud ang ideal tin pero for someone who wants to wander but doesn’t have all the resources in the world, ok na sa ako ang maging ‘tourist’. hehe 
hi kit pinas na ka? actually, what i mean about “travel” is to “experience” not just to “watch”
to bask and not just to walk past.
and i’m happy that right at this moment you are non-materially happy.
i thought so tin mao nga dili ko gusto magdali sa akong laag. the thing is sometimes, we just don’t own our time, especially kung kulang sa resources. it’s not the ideal thing to say but that’s it. 
congrats sa kwarto! you’ve always been a great poet.
Posted by kikit at April 21, 2010, 9:56 amby laag you mean laag outside the country di ba? 
well, kay i want to travel on a tight budget sa pinas kit. like crash sa usa ka community near the sea. time can be a factor really. im in no position to talk about wandering abroad kay wa pa na nako mabuhat & if i do, it’s gonna be as an organic farmer and not just a sight-seer
thanks kit. i hope to meet you in person soon!
Posted by modernpatadyong at April 21, 2010, 10:20 amsaw some of these on facebook. love your photography!
especially like the two boats. gorgeous and moody clouds!
Posted by floreta at April 22, 2010, 9:36 pmHey, thanks for linking my blog
I just love your shots. You have a great gift of painting emotions and stories in your photos.
Posted by Marcos at June 23, 2010, 5:20 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-
today tin
Posted by kikit at April 20, 2010, 8:58 pm