"Trouvere at night, grammarian in the morning ruefully architecting syllables-- but in the afternoon my ivory tower falls. I take a place in the bus among people returning to love (domesticated) and the smell of onions burning and women reaping the washlines as the Angelus rolls.
But I -- where am I bound?
My garden, my four walls and you project strange shores upon my yearning Atlantis? the Caribbeans? Or Cathay? Conductor, do I get off at Sinai? Apocalypse awaits me: urgent my sorrow towards the undiscovered world that I from warm responding flesh for a while shall borrow: conquistador tonight, clockpuncher tomorrow."
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dvyn dearest!
ok naman ako. subsob sa gawain sa ys. ikaw? antagal na natin hindi nagkikita! miss na kita! *hug*
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