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Oct 8
"Amistad"
𝑺𝒂 π’π’ˆπ’‚π’π’‚π’ π’π’ˆ π’‚π’Žπ’‚, π’π’ˆ π’‚π’π’‚π’Œ, π’π’ˆ π’†π’”π’‘π’Šπ’“π’Šπ’•π’– 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐,
𝒂𝒕 π’π’ˆ π’•π’Šπ’π’‚π’•π’‚π’π’ˆπ’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Œπ’‚π’Šπ’ƒπ’Šπ’ˆπ’‚π’ π’Œπ’...

Maybe our definition of friends differ.
Maybe its meaning changes
from the far east, to the wild west.
Maybe yours are parties and music fests,
while mine means safe space and rest.
Maybe your friends are just good
for fun and vacation,
while my friendship weathers
bad, hell, and even oblivion.

π‘«π’Šπ’π’” π’Žπ’Šπ’, π’Žπ’† π’‚π’“π’“π’†π’‘π’Šπ’†π’π’•π’ 𝒅𝒆 π’Žπ’Šπ’” 𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒔
𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒐𝒏.
𝑷𝒐𝒓 π’†π’π’‚π’Žπ’π’“π’‚π’“π’Žπ’† 𝒅𝒆 π’’π’–π’Šπ’†π’ π’…π’†π’ƒπ’†π’“π’Šπ’‚ π’”π’Šπ’Žπ’‘π’π’†π’Žπ’†π’π’•π’† π’π’π’‚π’Žπ’‚π’“ π’‚π’Žπ’Šπ’ˆπ’.
𝑯𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝒆𝒍, 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂 π’Žπ’Š 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒐𝒏,
π’š 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂 π‘»π’Š,
𝒂 π’’π’–π’Šπ’†π’ π’…π’†π’ƒπ’†π’“π’Šπ’‚ π’‚π’Žπ’‚π’“ 𝒔𝒐𝒃𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒔.
𝑡𝒐 𝒆𝒍, π’’π’–π’Šπ’†π’ π’Žπ’† 𝒉𝒂𝒄𝒆 π’‘π’†π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’“π’π’”π’‚, 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒂 π’š π’†π’π’—π’Šπ’…π’Šπ’π’”π’‚.

Maybe how we understand friendship
is rather different, indeed.
Maybe you see it as a comical joke,
while I see it as intimate poetry.
Maybe you hear it like another song,
while I listen to it like symphony.
Maybe you think it’s something to be bent,
I’m treating it like something heaven-sent.
Maybe you’re really set on being friends,
I’m already falling down a cliff with no end.

𝑴𝒆 π’‘π’“π’π’‘π’π’π’ˆπ’ π’‡π’Šπ’“π’Žπ’†π’Žπ’†π’π’•π’†, 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒖 π’‚π’šπ’–π’…π’‚,
𝒉𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒓 π’‘π’†π’π’Šπ’•π’†π’π’„π’Šπ’‚, 𝒅𝒆𝒋𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒓 𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒔 π’π’‚π’ƒπ’Šπ’π’” 𝒔𝒐𝒃𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔 π’Žπ’Šπ’π’”,
𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓 π’Žπ’‚π’” π’š π’†π’—π’Šπ’•π’‚π’“, 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒐 𝒍𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 π’Žπ’† 𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓.
𝒀 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒔 π’π’‹π’Šπ’•π’π’” π’π’Šπ’π’…π’π’”.
𝑫𝒆𝒋𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒆 π’Žπ’Šπ’“π’‚π’“π’π’ 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒋𝒐𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆 π’’π’–π’Šπ’†π’“π’†π’
𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒋𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆 π’Žπ’–π’π’…π’ 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒐.
𝑡𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓 π‘±π’†π’”π’–π’„π’“π’Šπ’”π’•π’
π’”π’–π’‡π’“π’Šπ’ π’š π’Žπ’–π’“π’Šπ’ 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒔.
𝑬𝒏 𝒔𝒖 π’π’π’Žπ’ƒπ’“π’†, π‘«π’Šπ’π’” π’Žπ’Šπ’, 𝒕𝒆𝒏 π’‘π’Šπ’†π’…π’‚π’….
𝑸𝒖𝒆 π’ƒπ’†π’π’…π’Šπ’ˆπ’‚π’” π’š π’ˆπ’–π’Šπ’†π’” 𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂 π’‚π’Žπ’Šπ’”π’•π’‚π’….

Basbasan niyo po ang aming pagkakaibigan.
Iwaksi niyo po ito sa kapahamakan,
nawa’y wag sanang mauwi sa pag-iibigan,
lalong lalo na sa sakitan at iyakan.

Siya nawa.

Amen.
"Baler" series, part six
Louise
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Louise  Philippines
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