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Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Evil, Take me I am ready
Evil!
enemy of the people
I want to be your friend
Evil!
condemned by many
I want to side with you
Evil!
powerful among the weak
one among the millions
black among the whites
heretic among the devouts
rebel among the law abiders
diagonal among the lines
ugly among the beauties
I want to be like you
Evil!
take me to Blake's imagination
let's find Milton's lost paradise
teach me swimming in Dante's Inferno
together with the three, we live in poetry
Evil!
take the lamb in me, its meekness and passivity
transform me into a tiger to be wrathful til my final years
Make me a tiger, make me a neophyte evil
enemy of the people
I want to be your friend
Evil!
condemned by many
I want to side with you
Evil!
powerful among the weak
one among the millions
black among the whites
heretic among the devouts
rebel among the law abiders
diagonal among the lines
ugly among the beauties
I want to be like you
Evil!
take me to Blake's imagination
let's find Milton's lost paradise
teach me swimming in Dante's Inferno
together with the three, we live in poetry
Evil!
take the lamb in me, its meekness and passivity
transform me into a tiger to be wrathful til my final years
Make me a tiger, make me a neophyte evil
On surrender
She lies that she did not pour the river with her tears;
She pretends that she did not let the rain wash her pains;
she hides that the thunder did not give her fears;
She lies, she pretends, she hides that she was not hurt inside.
She smiles even if tears are falling from her eyes;
She prays even if God is not in her mind;
She dreams of gripping freedom even if it is abstract;
She smiles, she prays, she dreams despite the darkness of her life.
Why hope if there is nothing to hope for?
Why fly when there is no one to fly with?
Why live when there is no principle to live by?
Why hope, why fly, why live when you are about to die?
She pretends that she did not let the rain wash her pains;
she hides that the thunder did not give her fears;
She lies, she pretends, she hides that she was not hurt inside.
She smiles even if tears are falling from her eyes;
She prays even if God is not in her mind;
She dreams of gripping freedom even if it is abstract;
She smiles, she prays, she dreams despite the darkness of her life.
Why hope if there is nothing to hope for?
Why fly when there is no one to fly with?
Why live when there is no principle to live by?
Why hope, why fly, why live when you are about to die?
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
more time
bought 17 books last summer.shopped at the UP press, fully booked and power books, stores that cebu doesn't have.wish i could read them all.time time time is what i don't have to enjoy my books. finished reading one.one hundred years of solitude by Marquez.i need to read more but i don't have time.can't stop teaching,can't stop selling and delivering bread hehehe,can't stop shutting my mouth up at home, can't stop working out and execute leg press and hearing the instructor's " change move, hips to the right, arms bend to the left 123............
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
more boracay pics
Green Screen
posting in front of David sculpted from a nineteen-foot block of marble by Michael Angelo
i like this shot. The two ladies were playing with FIRE
Thursday, May 04, 2006
boracay:second stop
SUMMMMMEEEERRRRRR
Waiting for the sun to set at Cordova together with my UP colleagues my UP colleagues
beautiful sunset at cordova
beautiful sunset at cordova
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