Sa lahat ng mga bumati gayon din po sa mga nakaalala Ngayon ako po'y tumabi Sa gilid, kalakip ang Pagpapala ramdam man ang talab ng Araw sa aking balat Tila ba hapding may Alab na dulot ng tama ng Bala itong Nilalaman ng aking isip at nais mailipad ng aking pisi yaring mga katagang may talas Ngunit sa Tugmaan po ay salat Gayon ma'y ipinaaabot ko pa rin sa Tala Sa tulong ng hanging merong tubig alat Ngunit di kailan man mangangalawang ang taos puso kong pasasalamat sa lahat sapagkat paikot-ikotin man ang radar.. .......Ang radar ay radar pa rin kahit pa takasan at baliktarin!
Sa ating lahat...Umagang Kay ganda Simula na muli ng bagong pag-asa
I write this to get your attention, This piece doesn’t convey any meaning Whatsoever; this one is just for your love; For sometimes I need this; just as you are In need of love and Hahahhah Attention Oh my It’s hard not to laugh at the view of a Space expanding ever Oh sh f it s hard to strain oneself Yourself Myself From Ohhhhh haha haha Oh you can’t Thou canst not even picture it O my head so a jumble man Yo bruh sez myman how come you are so high so low so late time eh Oh it bothers you you little sh Come here and I ******>The broken glass and spilled kvas I was just a child that time The splinters in my ankles and thighs It hurts all the same O Right I forgot what it was all about Never mind Happy new cycle Piece **** pls
A greater cause, means a better life. Or atleast so they voice. But how do you fight for what is right; when all you dispose of is knife?
I ask myself who is my greatest enemy? Is it me, myslef, or I? Mybe all I need is a remedy. To make all the wrong rectify.
I know that all of what I am capabe of holding is a weapon. But how do you use such a thing when you can't tell the difference between your foe and your allies? All I see are demons who seem to have come from the heart of heaven. But afetr all, isn't that everybodies homeland. Even the devil knows all of its alleys.
But mybe weapons as deadly as they can be, are the more or less something like you and me. Mybe they weren't found for the unique cause of killing. Pedro Reyes made weapon in art fullfilling.
What was war's greatest tool. Has now become harmony's moor. What was used in fights caused by sheer unreason. Has now brought all people even.
All those cries, all those tries. And I still can't realize: what on earth can possibly be my cause.
Pedro Reyes is a mexican artist who's most famous for making musical instruments out of weapons