suffer the daily cries of stress reactions to praise and hurting pressures applauds and criticisms for my courage to grow even on a near – death body my parent mother craved for the mud below
managed to leaf on my mother’s node despite her being unkindly strangled together with other members of my kind afloat all of our lives on the lake’s water raft for humans, not knowing to evolve after
but what can leaves of an offspring can do no soil to give rise of my maturing roots dripping on the water which i hungered for a land to see my future nodal buds of my own giving life to another bamboo, humans have known …
strip us of the strings that bind us without mercy bring us to the forest where we can thrive freely or to a soil where a caretaker can keep us trimmed control our growth, to be small in a pot, we could be decorative in the forest we could be giants, in a home we could be petite…
Three fourths of the earth’s surface is water. The ocean is a body of water and it composes the earth’s hydrosphere. It is salt water on the surface of our earth. All elevated lands can be covered by the earth’s oceans. Humans need water for survival and so with other floras and faunas. Our body is 60 per cent water and our brain is 70 per cent. We need water to stay hydrated for the day. So we must drink 8 glasses of 8 ounces of water everyday. Rain can be a good source of drinking water if properly harvested. I drank two glasses of water last night before I sleep. It was a deep sleep that I swam the ocean in my dream. Under the droplets of rain, the dream went on. My ceiling had a leak and rain water was dripping on my crouch. In the middle of the sleep I was wet all over my hips and had to change my brief and pajamas while the roaring rain of dawn cursed.
i am a part of the body of the conscious being that thinks and perceives i am reflected in your memory emotions, choices, sensations, desires i am involve in remembering deciding, considering, evaluating
when i see you, i’m drawn at your direction when i hear you speak, i listen when i touch your hand, it warms when i glance at you, your eyes meet mine when i kiss your lips, it softens into mallows and when you smile at me i function quick as a wink
sadness and tears defeat me i give up the war i surrender to your heartaches to your anguish and grief even in your lonely self i function to offer you relief
this is my mind together with my heart i ‘ll conquer the world just to be with you… i love you ! i really do !
When we were on the road for a tour of nearby province of Capiz, in Panay Island, Philippines, after a seemingly fruitful plan of buying pineapples on the roadside, we decided to proceed to a beach resort where we could rest for a while after the long drive. We were not familiar with the place so we asked people from the street to direct us to a beach resort nearby. We drove and drove until we got to spot a resort. This was unplanned so, whatever it was, so be it. And these are what we got.
CAPIZ, is a province in the central section of Western Visayas. Its location at the northeastern portion of Panay island made it a top producer of seafood products such as, prawns, milkfish, blue marlin, squids, oysters, seaweeds, and angel wings. The wide expanse of swampy lands that were converted into fishponds plus its 80 kilometers of coastline are the sources of the aquamarine products making the province the “Seafood Capital of the Philippines”.
Capiz is always on the top list when people talk about witches, spirits, and ghosts of the local folklore. We don’t believe the stories about “aswangs” I guess our elders told stories about them just to scare the children, so they would be home earlier. It’s my opinion though, I was also scared driving in the middle of the night. So, in the afternoon of 2PM we made our exit from the scene. We would still drive in 5 to 6 hours home.
We ate our dinner at the Iloilo-Capiz border at a roadside restaurant. Home was still 2 hours drive.
Sobre notícias e política com um viés nacionalista, onde os bravos nunca ousaram percorrer e que não espere deste o obsequioso silêncio dos covardes, amortecendo consciências, desarmando resistências que só no fátuo da retórica da ideia, da moral e da ética é que se venera seu oponente evitando a sedição!