Friday, December 23, 2005

(for that man with a skim board
whose saltiness tastes like sin)

In this battlefield
I will bury my dreams.
No one will see me
lay them on the earth.
I have to dig
the ground


All they will
see are just


I will hoist a flag.
Its color is white.
Neither for peace
nor for surrender.
Peace is futile.
Surrender fears


After this war
my heart will


Nostalgia will
make it even


(for that man
we need no Eve)

1 comment:

anna katrina said...

grabe na ni... twas beautiful lyde... char jud ka! ^_^