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Dahil makulit ka
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, 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.