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Aug 2015
Ok, Sinabi ko na
na kung kinalimutan mo ako.
Kung kakalimutan mo ako. Kung nawala ako sa isip mo.

Hindi na kita patutuntungin kahit sa door mat ng kamalayan ko.

Ok, ang nasabi ko ay nasabi ko na.

Pero ang nakakainis
At nakakatawa, bakit sinisilip pa rin kita
mula sa maliit na siwang ng bintanang
sinadya kong iniwang bukas para makahinga.

Kung kinalimutan mo na ako at tuluyang nawala sa sa isip mo,
Kung nakatulog kang hindi man lang naalala
ang pangalan ko. Huwag na huwag mo na akong hanapin

Tuluyan mo nang alisin ako sa isip mo

dahil hindi lang ako naka-invi. Nag-logout na ako.

At nagbubuklat ng dictionary.
Sinusubukang tagalugin ang tula ni Pablo Neruda.
Pero habang hindi ko pa nahahanap ang mga tamang salita.
Habang hindi ko pa natutumbasan ng mga tamang kataga
hayaan **** basahin ko muna
nang mahina.

"I want you to know one thing.

You know how this is:  if I look  at the crystal moon, at the red branch  of the slow autumn at my window,  if I touch  near the fire  the impalpable ash  or the wrinkled body of the log,  everything carries me to you,  as if everything that exists,  aromas, light, metals,  were little boats  that sail  toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,  if little by little you stop loving me  I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly  you forget me  do not look for me,  for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,  the wind of banners  that passes through my life,  and you decide  to leave me at the shore  of the heart where I have roots,  remember  that on that day,  at that hour,  I shall lift my arms  and my roots will set off  to seek another land.

But  if each day,  each hour,  you feel that you are destined for me  with implacable sweetness,  if each day a flower  climbs up to your lips to seek me,  ah my love, ah my own,  in me all that fire is repeated,  in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,  my love feeds on your love, beloved,  and as long as you live it will be in your arms  without leaving mine."
Stum Casia
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Stum Casia  Manila
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