abo sa dila

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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.
O, ha, Plurk, o, ha!
Radyo? Radyo?
Libreng humirit

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Tambay ka muna
Lokal Kolor
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Tropa ko

    na, mula noong 24 Enero, 2006, ang nakitambay dito

Choir
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
This is a church
and the faithful are singing.
Across the aisles their voices
leave a trail visible
only to those who see
without straining. What music is
is rising, a yielding to some gravity
greater than that which grounds us.
The stones know this.
If only they had ears they would long
as I do. If only they had fists
they would know how a hand
is defined by its unclenching.
By opening. Some day listening
will save the world.
What music is is five fingers
pointed outward. A palm
facing skyward. Asking
for nothing. Receiving.

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