Monday, March 20, 2006
Cholo ikaw ba yan?
Kwong Sang Woo is one of Korea's hottest male celebrities. One of his TV series that was shown here in the Philippines is Stairway to Heaven.
ponder on pablo!
"Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her."
----Pablo Neruda
*title of painting is Passion's Pain
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Not a bad idea...
I just received an e-mail from Sir Ian asking me and some of his students before to join in this year's Dumaguete National Writers Workhop.
Still thinking about it...
Still thinking about it...
Friday, March 10, 2006
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Pain is my middle name...
Reaping Pain in Winter
Remember Cafe Amber, and our first order
of brewed coffee and chocolate cake.
We savored every drop of coffee
like it was the sweat of our desire.
I felt the chocolate crawling inside
my mouth as your lips touch my nape.
Recall the lines from your favorite poems
and how we made love through words.
The rhythm from my tongue caresses your
innocence that lay in the whiteness of my pillow.
Your moan resonates in the room
like rhymes from your intensity to my gravity.
"But the leaves
have abandoned the trees."
Lines from the last poem you read
to me three years have passed.
Both of us adored Danton's poems.
You said, "It is not everyday that
we encounter such fine poems
and visions of love."
We found reality in his poetry.
And you left, as the leaves fall
from the boughs of my tree.
The tree survived winter, alone.
I found you in this room, white as snow.
Memories of how innocent you were
when we first met linger on my mind
and of how my coffee stained you.
Why do I always fall for young boys?
Cancer brought you here.
The cruelty of destiny flows from
your four chambers to my blood streams.
I can't stop the deluge with my
clammy hands. Only tears are groping
for hope, that one day you will read
to me again the passage of our
forbidden affair.
The most irresistible love
is the love you can't have.
Remember Cafe Amber, and our first order
of brewed coffee and chocolate cake.
We savored every drop of coffee
like it was the sweat of our desire.
I felt the chocolate crawling inside
my mouth as your lips touch my nape.
Recall the lines from your favorite poems
and how we made love through words.
The rhythm from my tongue caresses your
innocence that lay in the whiteness of my pillow.
Your moan resonates in the room
like rhymes from your intensity to my gravity.
"But the leaves
have abandoned the trees."
Lines from the last poem you read
to me three years have passed.
Both of us adored Danton's poems.
You said, "It is not everyday that
we encounter such fine poems
and visions of love."
We found reality in his poetry.
And you left, as the leaves fall
from the boughs of my tree.
The tree survived winter, alone.
I found you in this room, white as snow.
Memories of how innocent you were
when we first met linger on my mind
and of how my coffee stained you.
Why do I always fall for young boys?
Cancer brought you here.
The cruelty of destiny flows from
your four chambers to my blood streams.
I can't stop the deluge with my
clammy hands. Only tears are groping
for hope, that one day you will read
to me again the passage of our
forbidden affair.
The most irresistible love
is the love you can't have.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Felicitations for Felicity!
He didn't...
Friday, March 03, 2006
Thursday, March 02, 2006
no reply...
i have decided to...
Summer's thunder
lighting up the sky
oh heat thick
as desire
Then suddenly the rain:
finally falling,
falling everywhere:
to let go, then,
to let go and to move on,
is the way it seems
to be. Bang the brum, baby.
--Danton Remoto
but...
Summer's thunder
lighting up the sky
oh heat thick
as desire
Then suddenly the rain:
finally falling,
falling everywhere:
to let go, then,
to let go and to move on,
is the way it seems
to be. Bang the brum, baby.
--Danton Remoto
but...
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