To gaze at a river made of time and water
And remember Time is another river.
To know we stray like a river
and our faces vanish like water.

To feel that waking is another dream
that dreams of not dreaming and that the death
we fear in our bones is the death
that every night we call a dream.

To see in every day and year a symbol
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Eric Gamalinda
salin ni Carlos Piocos III

Matagal na, ngunit maaring
isa ito sa mga nangamatay
sa kidlat: madaling mahinuha
kung paano napunit ang langit
na parang lamat sa bumbunan
ng nabitawang bungo. Tanging ang nakikita
lamang ang nalalaman.

Ipagpalagay na lamang na iyon
ay isang agos kontra sa pangkaraniwang
daluyong ng pang-araw-araw. Isang
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I always, always scour tumblogs to find great music online and it has never failed me.

muxtape.tumblr.com/

tuneage.tumblr.com/

breakupyourband.tumblr.com/

dailycrack.net/

earsofthebeholder.tumblr.com/

and this, just because i might write something about this photo


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In a month’s time I will be turning 23 and I am yet to find out if the idea terrifies me or not. I sure hope that it will not cause me too much panic the way the number 22 did.

As I said to a friend, I really don’t feel old. I am far from pushing the panic button because I am a year closer to being 30 or 40 or whatever. I feel fine actually for my ( Read more... )

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I used to hate beer and its bitter taste. When it’s my turn to gulp down the half-full glass of golden bubbles and froths, I start to delay its travel down my throat. I begin to tell that story of how hard it was for us kids back then to remember all 14 names of a particularly big family in our neighborhood. And will start laughing and start ( Read more... )