(Draft) Song for Cai
with a smile.
this is how
i remember you,
sister;
your eyes, your face
your smile born for me,
for a love that crossed
mountains & hills,
neighboring cities,
for a happiness
that was not mine alone,
soft as white clouds,
your smile were like rose petals
fragile amidst the changing winds,
longing, and long in waiting
from its travels
in paths paved
with thorns
as roses are.
that season of summer love
has ended and died
but not for your smile,
not yet until...
...stars navigate their own maps
in daylight or in dark,
there are the seasons,
and you with your smile
a season for bloomings & harvest.
and for this song.
- from the "My Songs" chapter of
"I Confess I Have Been Loved..." by steine.d
All Rights Deserted 2008
Friday, October 26, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Musings : Junctions
Endings are born from the womb of Beginnings.
Yet between these two separate poles is a space vast as one cares, or dares, to discover. Centuries spawned from decades, years from months, days from hours from minutes from seconds.
Moments from moments from moments....
It is in this vast space where origin and destination exchange faces, where comings and goings weave together the carpet, the tapestry that is Existence.
There is time for everything, even if only in that span after one has drawn breathe before breathing out, to savor that Moment leading to those other moments amidst the transportations of colors and shapes.
- after viewing E. Jumalon's entry for the Philip Morris Philippine Art Awards
Yet between these two separate poles is a space vast as one cares, or dares, to discover. Centuries spawned from decades, years from months, days from hours from minutes from seconds.
Moments from moments from moments....
It is in this vast space where origin and destination exchange faces, where comings and goings weave together the carpet, the tapestry that is Existence.
There is time for everything, even if only in that span after one has drawn breathe before breathing out, to savor that Moment leading to those other moments amidst the transportations of colors and shapes.
- after viewing E. Jumalon's entry for the Philip Morris Philippine Art Awards
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Kill Your Darlings says W. Faulkner..what living darlings?!
05 October 2007
Kill Your Darlings says W. Faulkner..what living darlings?!
It has been sometime since the last one.
I just finished a novel lent to me by one of my sisters, Honee. Kill Your Darlings. Somehow, it was that kind of book that i needed, and i am grateful. Needed, especially with what i have been working on for the past months....
....reminds me to check if i was able to remind myself that Project Life would go like this....
still, a few more months till the end of the year..and the first book will be done. finally....
but, until its done....
It is still slated for next year, and yet it has been haunting me, THE MAKING OF BONES. I wonder if it would be artistic suicide to do that project in novel form....
life goes on.
Kill Your Darlings says W. Faulkner..what living darlings?!
It has been sometime since the last one.
I just finished a novel lent to me by one of my sisters, Honee. Kill Your Darlings. Somehow, it was that kind of book that i needed, and i am grateful. Needed, especially with what i have been working on for the past months....
....reminds me to check if i was able to remind myself that Project Life would go like this....
still, a few more months till the end of the year..and the first book will be done. finally....
but, until its done....
It is still slated for next year, and yet it has been haunting me, THE MAKING OF BONES. I wonder if it would be artistic suicide to do that project in novel form....
life goes on.
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