Thursday, December 28, 2006

new year, you're new

If thing's turn out as expected, it's going to be 1 am January 1, and the house is going to be pitch black with my whole family asleep. Darker especially since all the other houses will be throwing firecrackers into each other's faces, while turn our faces to the pillows.

New year's wish: that my parents get a dog so they can feel young again, my brother and his family successfuly transfer house at the new moon in spite of all the purported bad feng shui of the place, a new love to all old loves, something old for the newest wish in the house, someone will come into the sala and play the piano, someone calls and it's not the wrong number and I'm lucky to answer it, the christmas lights in the bushes turn into fruits, fruits turn into flowers instead of the other way around, a new language enters my tongue, and i mean a really new language, like french, hahaha, a car turns into a carousel of flowers (marriage? hahaha), more laughter in kitchen, meaning less of my mom in the kitchen, folded shirts flying free in the wind, growing wings, meaning me growing wings, becoming something else but with the same face, or better yet getting another face! hehe, dancing instead of singing, few words and loud music, no, few words and no music, conversation from the other side of the mind like the other end of the table, old electric fans put to rest, rooms getting cleaned, getting dirty, getting stripped bare clean, hours of joy, long hours of joy, drunk without wine, wine without drunkenness, truth without the honesty, hello my name's larry, let's play?

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

And Ana's too where I make a cameo appearance

http://www.sunstar.com.ph/weekend/12-16-2006/barefoot.html

Latest Column!

http://www.sunstar.com.ph/weekend/12-16-2006/dog%20ears.html

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Listening to Eduardo


Galeano: "From the point of view of a worm, the age of spaghetti is an orgy."

Saturday, December 09, 2006

Someone tell me this is a joke

When at the end, and pushed to the wall, and fixed in the strict meters of verse, poetry comes down to mimicry.
Where do you live?
Tell me your address?
Because I don't believe you dream where you live.

I want to laugh.
Tell me you're kidding.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

December arrives!!


And I love how I'm about to leave for home!