March 2010
1 post
“Akala ko pinatay ko na tong ipis na to. Buhay pa pala. Parang pag-ibig.”
– (via lahatngbagayparangpagibig)
December 2009
3 posts
AFTER THREE LINES FROM REXROTH'S A HUNDRED POEMS...
Do not smile that way Like a mountain with a white cloud passing across it. People can tell we have just made love in the comfort room
—Arvin Abejo Mangohig
"Astig" by Giniling Festival on Flippish.com →
isawforsale:
WATCH.
TSONGTOLPAREMANDUDE
November 2009
9 posts
MOSTLY IN MONSOON WEATHER
Mostly in monsoon weather I can’t remember If it was you or another
The air was thick The hours were slow So we went out of hiding
We scanned the sky And only found smudged watercolor Just another rumor of rain
I held your hand But even love felt clammy Under the weather
The canals choked The sidewalks sulked Simply no shelter from rain
Was it you then Held my hand In the dusk, in the...
“Nothing, truly?” The Genie was doubtful.
“You don’t understand,” Kate said. “I’ve my books, my bookstore, and Adam and his guitar. I think anything else would seem excessive.” She thought for a moment. “On second thought, could you move that mountain for me? Adam likes sunsets. We don’t get them from here -”
“Done.”
And the ground shifted.
(via ratmanprimate)
“If You Forget Me” by Pablo Neruda,...
“Ode to a Beautiful Nude” by Pablo...
October 2009
4 posts
September 2009
3 posts
GOD
That night, he was a beer bottle wrapped in cold sweat, radiating amber light.
The Greeks believed he was a circle. Nietzsche said he was dead.
But the conclusion of the tale told by fifteen bottles: God is a bed.
—Lourd Ernest H. de Veyra
ANG SABI KO SA IYO
Bumalong ang dagta sa hiniwang kaymito namuo sa talim ng kutsilyo ang ilang patak. Diyan ako naiwan, mahal, at hindi sa laman.
—Benilda S. Santos
August 2009
5 posts
“Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe, and save it,...”
– The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera
July 2009
4 posts
ABRAZO
estrecho
“Right as Rain,” Adele
Who wants to...
June 2009
3 posts
April 2009
3 posts
“Somewhere out in space there was a planet where all people would be born again....”
– The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera
