a tough act to follow
Every morning
I flush my bowl
I wash my face
And look at the eyes of a happy man.
Every evening
I clean myself
And brush my teeth
And look at the face of content.
Every morning
I flush my bowl
I wash my face
And look at the eyes of a happy man.
Every evening
I clean myself
And brush my teeth
And look at the face of content.
Measure my love in perspective
And perhaps you’ll find
The trifling effects of distance
Your structure evokes
Sa aking paglipad, dala ko ang iyong alaala
Aking iuukit sa matatayog na ulap
Ang nangungusap mong mga mata
At labing puno ng tamis at ligaw na salitang
tumatakas sa iyong puso at diwa.
Madness and fervency
Whipped into a tasty meringue
A single bite intended for the innocent and beautiful
A once transient thought
Now cemented in mind
A haunting visage
That serves as a lullaby
Isang bagay lang ang nais kong ipahiwatig.
At ito’y mababatid mo rin:
Kung pagmamasdan ko ang maningning na buwan
sa likod ng mapupulang sanga sa kahabaan ng gabi
habang nakadungaw sa bintana