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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
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Because of the gunmetal mid-May skies. Because I feel like a lone leaf spiralling to the ground, or was it a bird, suddenly flightless after a minute of rain? Because smoke rises from wet asphalt, because the ache is fuller when I hear sadness sung in Esperanto, because vowels are sometimes violent let me repeat myself: I once was an ant and I still am now but once on a dry moonless night a sweetness came and it was too much to bear even for an ant. This is a song I say. This is a secret, and once I told you about it and the walls grew ears and mouths, a hundred gray faces looking at me saying rain, rain, rain. You will leave, and before you step out of this song you will say there is no sense trying to say something when all you want to do is mean. But where does meaning go when I speak, isn’t all thought ephemeral, isn’t the truth just another vanishing billow of smoke? A pillow is on fire, I say, but maybe I mean something else. I am by the window and I am staring out into the city and it speaks. Remember when you told me a secret it says. It’s not true I say. Oh it says. Remember when you sung to me it says and I say this is a song. This is a leaf. I am a leaf and I would like to fall now, turn into ground. Is it me by the window, and if it is how come I am seeing myself from far away?