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Kilala kita. Oo, ikaw 'yun: Nagkasalubong na tayo minsan, sa LRT, sa Gotohan, sa kanto ng Aurora at Katipunan. Nagkatinginan tayo. Hindi mo ako kinausap, pero alam ko, nakilala mo rin ako. Kaya ka narito, di ba? Para sabihing, Oo, oo, ikaw nga 'yun. Naaalala kita.
na, mula noong 24 Enero, 2006, ang nakitambay dito
O, say n'yo?
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Ang dalas kong mag-post, 'no? Tatak ng taong madalas mabato. Madalas ding uminom. Kaya madalas ding magrenga.
Xaviergrille Renga #x
Don't you tell me that. Not that. I don't need to be told. Say: the cars throb away, the rain aims another silence, the rain isn't here yet. There is nothing else to believe.
Only hear the sky straining the voice of angels, so that everything comes down diminished, halved, quartered. The full moon is a lie. Look, the rain has arrived, weak and scattered.
And weightless. Everything else arrives with it: lonely carcass of things forgotten, dark breath of a city, a cancer, our wounded latitudes. Sometimes a fissure gurgling floodwater. The horizon, an arm's breadth away. What did you say again, earlier? Something about the moon,
some urgent message about its absence. And of the rain being there, circling our bodies, exposing our watered element.
(Mikael de Lara Co, Joel Toledo)
Xaviergrille Renga # x + 1
I am learning how to draw shadows. To stand still and trace the slant of moment, here, now, space becoming presence. The sun eclipses, discovers how it hides its own piercing luminiscence. And I stare at my solid body, opaque. I stare at what it leaves behind: sunlight, shadowless and everywhere.