Tuesday, September 25, 2007

"One failed love, a failed date and a week later"

"One failed love, a failed date and a week later, the air was clear. We have been dating since and I am resolved to pursue this wherever this leads."

- from Nine Days Later, September 16, 2007

Well, a lot has happened since this entry. Let's just say I pursued and found myself exactly where I was when I started, only I'm better and wiser.

To love, life, and dead dogs!


  1. sabi ko sau maliit na talaga ang pie eh!


  2. belated ang reply, sorry. you're right maliit na talaga ang pie... sa pinas! kaya nga ko mag-a-abroad diba? hehe.

    anyways, napg-isip-isip ko, dahil malayo rin si M ngayon (nasa ibang bansa), baka maging okay kami as friends, at the very least. anything beyond that is icing on the cake na lang. but as it is, okay na ako with what's there now.

    yun lang. hehe.


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The Chronicler's Creed

Where there's water and sun, where there are friends to see or new people to meet, where there's something new to learn, experience, or do, where there's life, there I will be.


Y fue a esa edad... Llegó la poesía
a buscarme. No sé, no sé de dónde
salió, de invierno o río.
No sé cómo ni cuándo,
no, no eran voces, no eran
palabras, ni silencio,
pero desde una calle me llamaba,
desde las ramas de la noche,
de pronto entre los otros,
entre fuegos violentos
o regresando solo,
allí estaba sin rostro
y me tocaba.

And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I do not know, I do not know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I do not know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

- An excerpt from LA POESÍA (Poetry) by Pablo Neruda