"Let's talk about the universe." She said.
I stared at her as she sipped her coffee.
I smiled.

She looked like art.
She's the painting I received from my grandmother
nine years ago,
She's my mother's wedding ring my father gave when he
promised as she walked down the aisle.
She's the new dress my mom bought in that old store at
sixth street.
She's the fountain pen I used to write with.
She's the cliff-hanger in every book I've read.

She looked like art.
She's the abstract painting I could not comprend but love.
She's got all the shades of black and white, but she
painted every corner in this room with the colors the
universe haven't discovered.
She's the flame on my cigarette, so beautiful I'm afraid to
touch.
She's the bittersweet coffee I had this morning,
so sweet it burned my tongue.
She's every piece of literature every writer wrote.
She's every living thing in this world.

She looked like art.
She was art herself.

"Why would we talk about you?" I answered.

Siya ay walang pakialam
Kung ano man ang sabihin ng iba
Basta ang importante
Buong paligid ay masaya

Ngayong gabi, umupo ka na
Sa kanyang tabi, tinitigan pa
Ang kanyang mata na para bang
May gustong ipahiwatig

At unti-unting  lumalapit
Ang labi natin na nasasabik
Na matikman niya ang iyong halik
Ngunit 'di mo 'to matatawag na...

Isang pag-ibig

Existence's nice.
Feelin heights and pricey.
Everything.
Everything's good and billin' heist.

"Shookt" They said.
"Doomed" Is what I replied.

O' hella fine,
There's no time and lime,
For dime.

Lies,
Tremendous crimes and foolish sins
everywhere.
I'm so tired, very tired.
Livin' a world that being rotten.

Foolish ones,
Vicious lives.
Come, we ain't done.

Sorrow, sorrow.
Til' when?
When?
When will be your last row?

Death,
Death ain't just easy as it seems.
Let death gets its grim.

The things we think about at night never lose taste,
Take the close to find something greater.

This wall has finally reached its end,
Its higher ground, lets make a stand.

Did you ever think that we would get this high?
Pull back the sheets to find an ending that you prayed for.

Now head towards the light
The dark has no place here.

To show you how I feel
To show you who I am
Cause it's locked away.

You don't feel real,
I don't feel real.

I don't feel real,
I don't feel right,
This pain is beating.

Well,
I'm not taking my time anymore,
Nothing feels real anymore.

Gusto ko ng panibagong balat.
Iyong maputi at makinis.
Mala porselana,
Na halos kuminang tuwing masisinagan ng araw.
Kabisado ko ang bilang ng araw,
Na ginugugol sa ilalim ng araw kakabanat.

Ngunit,
Ang panibagong balat,
Hindi nito ako kayang protektahan, alam ko.
Lilimitahan lamang nito ang mga nalalaman ko.
Ngunit,
Sa panibagong balat, nais ko magsimula.
Kilalanin at kalimutan ng halos magkasabay,
Ang imahe ng nakakadiri kong balat.

Bilang ang peklat.
Sukat ko kung gaano kalalim ito,
Noong sugat pa lamang.
Kaya ko gusto ng bagong balat para pagtakpan ito.
Baka sakaling iwasto ng bago kong balat,
Ang mga naimali ko.

Makikilala kaya ako ng ibang tao,
Sa bagong balat na suot ko?

Marahil hindi,
sana hindi,
panigurado hindi.

Nais kong magtago,
Sa paraan kung paano ako lulutang ng hubo't hubad.
Nang hindi ko na itatakip,
Ang aking palad sa aking dibdib,
Dahon sa ibaba ng puson.

Isisigaw ko ang salitang "PUTA!" ng napakalakas,
Halos magsisilabas
Ang mga putang mismong makakarinig,
At yayakapin ko sila.

Dahil bago ang balat ko, ito'y mainit.
Kumpara sa nahamugan kong balat kagabi.
Malinis,
Kumpara sa balat kong may dampi ng mabahong laway.
Mabango,
Kumpara sa mumurahing aficionado na nahaluan
Ng pawis ni Ricardo kagabi.

Bagong balat.
Ibebenta ko ang luma kong balat,
Sa gabing ito.
Bilhin mo ang aking balat.

May panibago bukas,
Pag-asa, hamon,
Mantikilya sa loob ng pandesal.

Gamit ang luma kong balat,
Makakabili pa ba ako ng bago?

Magkaiba ang bagong uri sa bagong palit.
Ang balat ko, nalaspag na.
Tulad ng puti kong damit,
Hindi na ito puti.

Marumi ang titig ko.
Marumihin ang aking naisuot.
Ang balat ko ay puno ng mantsa,
Ngunit bago ang aking suot ngayon, bagamat,
Iisa parin ng uri.

Balat na nakalaan para ulitin ang pagrumi at
Yurak sa puti kong suot.
Bagong balat, kulay puti.
Wala na akong maisuot.

Hubad na ang aking puri.
Hindi ko masuot ang salapi.
Magkano pera mo? Tara?
Nais mo bang makita ang aking balat?

I know.
I know you're like me.
I know you're also tired of running in circles.
Running around circles of problems.

I know.
I know you're like me.
I know you're also tired of making your eyes bleed.
Making your eyes bleed because of cryin' all night.

I know.
I know you're like me.
But haven't you tried considering your courage?
The courage to run among these things?

I know.
I know you're like me.
But why don't you try to break?
Try to break your so called comfort zone?
And consider your courage to avoid these things.

I know.
I know you're like me.
And if you're like me,
come, join with me running away on these things.