Plastic Balloon

       Bliss of childhood,

       Memories flashed back.

       What kind of a past

       Did we likely had?

       A small plastic balloon

       Has brought us there.

       And we danced with it
       Like a child again.

       

A Letter to Maria

Of the flashy smile and of the stare,
Of the random look you dare to spare,
Of the flimsy character you always show,
I swear they are nothing –you always glow.
The long, black silk running from your top
It runs to your back, smooth and bright.
Sudden burst of happiness, O stop!
I cannot help it, I cannot fight.
You grow bigger everyday –I can’t contain,
You look vivid on your dress, you’re the highlight.
Even if the day is hot and dry, or even if it rains,
The same you will appear on my sweetest nights.
Of the flashy smile and of the stare,
Of the random look you dare to spare,
Of the flimsy character you always show,
I swear you got me–you should know.

Baguio: The City on Board

The sun had already stretched its myriads of rays to the earth. The birds were busy hopping and flying in the innocent pine trees, the flowers of the wild sunflowers were already in full bloom while the waters coming from the small, narrow waterways just underneath the earth was silently rushing down the small village catering the bushes, grasses, and a variety of plants growing under the tall pines trees near the houses.

It took the sun a little angle again to see the clinging vines of the chayote which was being hidden by this boarding house. But the cold spell was still making me freeze while I was in the blanket cuddling a big pillow to repel the chill. Just a few minutes sitting beside the window,  I finally jumped out of the bed and took a shower.