on a fishing boat our backs both sunburned by the sun of May we sang a kundiman while we oared to the spot where pebbles shimmered like scattered ornaments
βquick. we must hurry.β you spoke with enthusiasm as the sun, as we saw it, slowly nearing the islands adjacent to ours
but how could i? when your torso rendered me weak in the hands you were god-like with firm shoulders and you reminded me of Maka-andog whose body akin to boulders