In the cusp of the amorphous


and the DIVINE.

 

 

 

How do you trust someone who has broken your trust even before you met?

 

ahhhh, to be peaceful then to be kind, then to edify even those who are not worthy of it...

 

another dying...

because I, too, was once,

 

UNWORTHY.

 

 

 

 

"Your Papa is very sad," she said.

So there it was, the inferno I feared so much.  She began as she always did, when you least expected it, in a soothing voice that nothing could agitate.  Only for the sake of the ritual, since I knew very well what the answer would be, I asked:

"And why's that?"

"Because you've left your studies."

"I didn't leave them," I said.  "I only changed careers."

The idea of a thorough discussion raised her spirits.

"Your Papa says it amounts to the same thing," she said.

Knowing it was false, I told her:

"He stopped studying too, to play the violin."


- From Gabriel Garcia Marquez' autobiography Living to Tell the Tale.


This was my favorite author's conversation with his mother after dropping out of law school in order to pursue a career in writing. 

Now, I'm wondering, had these been my lines too,  what am I suppose to be doing right now?


Hmmmmm, maybe, I already have a PhD in creative writing or journalism and have seriously pursued a second degree in conservatory.


As for my present choice, I hope to balance both.

float

float

float



in a sea of

ellipsis.





i will speak up after

this crossroad.

nagpanggap tayong estrangero
'di tayo nagtabi sa upuan
mukha sa mukha, kuko sa kuko
estranghero sa liiit ng espasyo
nais kong magsipaan tayo.

mula rito, sinilip ko ang iyong anino
sa bintana, sa riles, sa mga ilaw sa gusali,
sa iyong antipara

kumindat ka.
tumingin ang mga tao.

ngumuso ako.
lalong tumingin ang mga tao.
iniisip siguro nila kung magkaanu-ano tayo
anak kaya?
ahhh, sabi ko na nga ba kerida!

haha! mas gusto ko 'ata yung huli.
masarap man- trip sa mga
mapanghusgang estranghero.

gusto kong magtaka sila
gusto kong magtaka ang mundo
tinabihan kita sabay mutawing:
"bakit 'di mo pinakasalan ang nanay ko?"

tingin ulit sila.

at nung paalis na ako,
hinalikan kita sabay sabing:
"kita tayo ulit sa ilalim ng kubrekama."

siyempre, tumingin ulit sila.

buti pa ang mga bintana,
nakita nila ang kislap sa kindat
ng ating mga mata.


masarap talagang mang-trip

sa mga mapanghusgang estranghero.


"salamat sa pagsakay sa tren patungong legarda,
isang balahurang gabi sa inyong lahat."




(dahil sa mga panahong ito, corny sa akin ang profound na ako.hehe.)

pasintabi po =)

 

 

A scythe cutting my weedy unrepair.

 

and despite this I am thankful

that my heart is too happy to

whine. =)