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downpour. black coffee.
friends in the teraza, singing “rooftops cry”.
ghosts from repression.
one of the best times i have lived for here,
upon this soil and wasteland
is when it rains.
i get to sleep more.
i don’t need reasons to sleep more.
and i can sleep and ignore 15 dreams that include
naps with you
kisses in-between wake-ups
and morning afters.
i get to make my bed too
change sheets three times a day
and taste the rain-spray straight from the window.
when it rains,
i cry less because
the skies
do it for me.
and when i wake up
without the sound of the raindrops,
i bounce back to that day,
i sew suns and clouds
on my knees
when my palms could no longer
be the shelter
of
these tears
and your
monsoon.
.
*
85% sa pityurs nga akon sya tupad
si nonon, tianoy nga masabad
toma. turos. gulp. lam-ok alkohol ang tema,
klaro kaayo kung ano sya!!!
*
salamat sa iya pinalangga nga si yowee
ang opisyal nga maniniyot.
thanks tianoy sa artwork, abi ka mga manghod ko “gripo”
haha.
.
*
october 25
7:01am
on a rock, under the sun
+
sometimes, there are beautiful little deaths
like sitting on a dead tree, sand-soaked.
bleeding my lips, kissing my kubing
and the waves sang,
solitude solitude solitude…
^
there are five white dogs
playing on the fine brown sand,
one with sagging breasts,
and the other four,
just …
oh well,
dogs.
*
sailboats look like deliberate leavings,
endless search for meals,
coming home from 10 years of drifting.
and today,
they look like birds that have migrated
and have tried
to swim.
#
i let my legs dangle
i let my skin burn a bit
and write names of fishermen i see
from afar:
Manolo
Jose
Pedring
~
it’s a morning like this
when i wake up to the sound of the fallen
ipil ipil branches
the smell of cogon huts
and the feel of the seasells
in my fist,
before i throw them one by one,
and memories
of us.
.
*
a day before…
pagong: “sis tingale ma OUT OF PLACE ko to sa BACOLOD”
tinay: “indi ta ka pag pabay-an, manghod. pakilala ta ka sa mga chixx.”
that very day…
a haiku
dear so-called friendship,
you are super very true
ps. orocan
:D
*salamat INTEL. tani magdayunay kamo. boto gid ko!
.
*
my honor to share to you our preparations for our benefit show
these are are the musikeros and manugsaut of SINGGIT,
a circle of young flaming hearts.
moments that make me feel sixteen. again. hehe.
on the 1st of November, TIGKALALAG, we will share our passion so that soon, we will bring MUSIC and ARTS for free in a community of little dreamers wanting to be like us someday
…EVEN BETTER.
not necessarily to be the best among their age
but to be the best
of
who they really are
from within.
.
ps
lupig ko sa akon kahon nga si ALINDOG
damo nagtsansing sa iya nga itlog. haha.
*
Currently, biking along country roads, tumbling down to the sea shore, waiting for the sun to sink, for the stars to dangle and the rain to fall into ripples. Forever young. Forever a bus window lover.
She is religious this way: Streetfoodgasm, Aurgasm, Laidbacksm, Quirkgasm, Cheapoism.
*
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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-
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she lives:
* to observe MORE: a lot of parallels in this microcosm of society. which is interesting to see, sometimes funny, sometimes sad though.
* to read "dear me" letters from random people and to encourage them to write one.
* to smile at the grumpiest person in a bus/jeepney/foodcourt/line in front of the atm machine/anywhere
* to say something profound or profane when the situation calls for it/when urge pees
* to keep my family and circle of beloveds in defiant strings.
* to love more than the usual/the necessary.
* to swallow every moment of sunset, sunrise, nightsky, gentle rain, spontaneous collisions of beauty and madness.
* to see the world from puddles than from human-sized mirrors.
* to fetch the colors of culture and splash hues whenever i stay for a while, melt for a while and fade for a while.
* to immerse in the poetic corner where souls need not write poetry to be poets.
* to share more because i have much more to give.
* to swim against the tempting current of materialism, titles, the superficial & the boastful.
* to lick every feeling & thought at its rawest-- create art, music or new tiny passions from each
* to beg for Explosions in the Sky to have a picnic concert in front of me ;)
* to throw a big party if our rooster Tagay becomes a Dad.
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