Kasabay ng panahon  nagbabago ang mga rason ng mga taong nakaayon ang buhay sa isang layon. Bawat larawan ay pag-asa sa tuwina na madalas hinahanap sa kalinga ng iba Kaya sa tuwing siya'y nag-iisa

There were many nights My heart would cry With my deepest thoughts This mind denies   The clarity of hopes Were there inside The silent prayer says The hurt resides   Though painful as it is

"Your father threw an axe to the suitor of your aunt. I could not imagine how your father would react when you introduce your boyfriend to him," my mother once told me.By then, it's always been a question

"Kung sakaling bakante ang mesa mo sa Araw ng mga mga nagtuturo. Ilang araw na lang din ang hinihintay ng mga bakanteng mesang hindi nabibiyayaan ng mga regalo mula sa mga tinuturuan. Sinasaludo

The passing buses,  The unloaded jeepneys,  The closed stores,  The broken bottles,  The irritable passengers,  The empty seats,  The unticking clocks,  And the

Sa isang malayong pook ako'y nakahimlay Na tila naiiwan at nilimot ang pagkamatay. Sa kabila ng pagpapaalala nawalan sila ng malay Sa buhay kong kinitil ng tahimik na tambay. Ang nais ko ma'y bungangon

It’s been a month since we last talk. Months since we last took a walk. Unremembered time since we talk about our folks. We’ve lost it: the talks, walks and folks. The nights were getting cold, the days

There are thoughts that keep us bothering. Thoughts that are left unfolded. Thoughts that lead to nostalgia. Thoughts that keep us aiming. Thoughts that keep us waiting. Thoughts that make us wanting.