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Louise Dec 12
(𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘈𝘣𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘋𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰)

Kung sasabihin kong nahulog ang loob ko sa iyo, baka mas lumayo ka pa mula sa kinatatayuan ko. Patawad, pero nahulog ang loob ko sa iyo.

Kung aanurin man ako nang maraming-maraming beses, at kung totoo ngang may pwersa ang dagat Pasipiko, tatangayin ka na nito bukas palapit sa akin.

Mahal kita pero ilang kanta na ba ang napakinggan **** nagsabi noon, kaya ganito na lang: Kanina, naalala kita, kaya dinagdagan ko ng keso ang aking tsokolate.

Babalik ako ng Siargao na banayad ang dagat, walang alon. Inisip ko na baka ninakaw mo rin ang kuryente ng anod at sinilid sa maleta mo noong lumisan ka ng Enero.

Kung maglalakad akong duguan ang paa at pasa-pasa ang kamay patungo sa iyo, gagabayan ako ng alon ng iyong puso at dagitab ng iyong mga mata. Hayaan mo akong malunod kapag sa wakas ay nagtagpo muli tayo.
after Abner Dormiendo's "Sa Antipolo Maraming Nakatayông Resort"
Louise Nov 2023
Stop.
Don't puff.
See the ocean?
Run and go.
Want to make a new friend?
Put down your phone.
Or do as you please,
but please don't smoke cigarettes in Siargao.
Don't make an irony of your stay
and a fool of yourself here.
Don't disrespect her sweet air,
don't bastardize her fresh breeze.

See the ocean?
Run and go.
Make a friend.
Do what you please.
Breathe in the sweet air.
Feel the kiss of the fresh breeze.
Don't smoke cigarettes in Siargao.
Please don't smoke cigarettesㅡnot in Siargao, not anywhere.
Louise Apr 2022
I want to open my ports like never before
I want to welcome you into my shores
I spent months bending my trees
I spent weeks without sun or sleep
Until you came, my summer sky
I forgot about the heavy rains of December
I forgot about all the damages from November
I feel like I could even grow mountains
Like I'm brand new
I feel like an unnamed island again
Because of you

My new season
My summer sun
My rebirth
My new earth
Imagining Siargao Island as a living, feeling and walking being... like Te Fiti. She wakes up every once in a while just to write poems and hum songs.

Siargao is recovering and open again ❤🇵🇭

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