Galatea's favorite Sky
Friday, April 28, 2006
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Saturday, April 22, 2006
unfolding
We're all falling. The hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It's in them all.
And yet there is Someone whose hands
Infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.
-Rainier Maria Rilke, Autumn
It was your steady gaze that broke the news to me.
You carried yourself as gracefully as you did
back in our old high school days when we sang bitter songs
of regret, of hate, of knowing full well that it is we
who know how our life should be handled,
we who should be left alone.
I left you alone.
I was not there when your soft eyes bore tears
as testaments to much more unsung songs
stories that you hid from me and which, effectively
excluded me.
All I know now is that you're happy
You've gone out of that bodily prison that bound you so tightly.
Spring is unfolding everywhere,
around me,
inside
me.
Friday, April 07, 2006
early one Friday morning
It's daybreak and we're cruising along Edsa on board a cab, my love beside me and holding my hand. Beatles singing over the radio:
There are places I remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
We're on our way to Loyola for a very important meeting.
We go down McDonald's Katipunan and eat breakfast, rediscovering such animals as longganisa, hashbrown, and pancakes. We move to Starbucks and burn our tongues sipping tea.
It's barely 7. Katipunan never looked more beautiful than today when it's not mine to roam as much as I used to.
I will, someday.
It was a great day.