Adolf Bautista, a friend from the medieval times, forwarded a text message, one of those I don't immediately delete seconds after I receive. I think of it as some sort of Ilonggo chant or spell, or folk song, I can't really confirm where it's from and who wrote it. But I love its simplicity and undertones.
"Pating, lupad ka na sa bato bantiling.
Lantawa ang Sentral ginapagaling.
Dolse bayabas, damu sang liso,
kambyo kalamay, matam-is,
malas-ay."
why i blog when no one's reading
- dave aL
- this is my 2-year-old tribute to both the lonely streets and the crowded parties of the world wide web. some will find my thoughts enlightening, some disturbing, some intriguing, some meaningless. perhaps some will find them like empty shout-outs to people who are never there. perhaps nobody will even read my blog. but this is my message in a bottle... dreaming somewhere, a soul finds it docked at a sacred shore... well, of course, it can just be easily lost like junk in cyberspace...
No comments:
Post a Comment