Thursday, January 10, 2008

Mr. Bora

Hey, Mr. Bora, nasaan ka?
Saang butas ka nakalungga?
Sinuyod ang Station 3, 2, at 1
Pero ang ‘yong kakisigan, ‘di pa rin naaninagan

Pa’no na’ng paraisong ito
Kung di rin lang ikaw makakasama ko?
Uuwi bang luhaan, masakit ang tiyan
Nasa’n ka, Mr. Bora, nasa’n?

Oh, Mr. Bora!
Oh, Mr. Bora! Magpakita ka!
Oh, Mr. Bora!
Oh, Mr. Bora! Magparamdam ka na!
Oh, Mr. Bora, nasa’n ka na nga ba?

Hey, Mr. Bora, nasaan ka?
Nag-iisang lalaking makapagpapaligaya
Matagal pinangarap makadaupang-palad
Pero ang ‘yong kasarapan, ‘di pa rin natitikman

Pa’no na ang puso kong ito
Na nangungulila sa iyo?
Uuwi bang mag-isa, umiiyak walang kasama
Nasa’n ka, Mr. Bora, nasa’n?

Oh, Mr. Bora!
Oh, Mr. Bora! Magparamdam ka na!
Oh, Mr. Bora!
Oh, Mr. Bora! Magpakita ka!
Oh, Mr. Bora, nasa’n ka na nga ba?

Oh, Mr. Bora!
Oh, Mr. Bora! Magparamdam ka na!
Oh, Mr. Bora!
Oh, Mr. Bora! Magpakita ka!

(Repeat until fade out)

- written January 8th, revised January 26th with music by Kokum

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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.

LA POESÍA

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