Friday, November 2, 2007

Last One Standing

Last week, I hosted the wedding reception of my good friend and barkada from high school, Troy. He got married to his girlfriend of 7 years, Osang.

They have gone through a lot together, but finally, they made the jump. Congratulations, Troy and Osang!

Another one bites the dust. In fact, the last one in our barkada of 9 to do so apart from me.

That officially makes me the last of my breed. The last man standing! (Not that I'm complaining.)

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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