Once upon a sunset, I fell in love with you.

Once upon a daydream, I heard you say "me too".

Once upon a phantom song, you said you'd bind yourself to me.

Then the daydream ended with me hanging on a tree.

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Taken at Liloan, Cebu.

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Some dusk are meant for sorrows.

Are we then meant to run?

Can a decade of atonements

Untaint a golden sun?

street urchins and beggars,
the skyline
cradled by the moon and the sea.

beside gavroche sleeping peacefully
I close my eyes and smell the air.

oil and sea spray.

after all, this is manila.

the thieves and fishermen tell tales
and past stories.

I listened.

somewhere, buried in the noise,
the sound of the hissing air
caught my ears.

and somewhere, where the sea
reflects gold and rainbow --

I am lost in a maze of colors.

breathtaking.

...

come with me.
the world cannot find us here.

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The Manila Bay Breakwater - 11/14/09
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Save me a fisherman's dream
Wrapped in a peaceful night
And shiny seas.

Where the embers of the city
Fades to a purplish hue
And the waves -- calm

Like this night.

Tonight.

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Manila Bay Breakwater, 11/15/09

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Stranger --

I cannot believe the look of accusations in your eyes.

Your penny may roll about and reach me,
Quench my sorrow,
And feed me for the night.

And maybe it might bring
Your distant soul to heaven,
And you, the praise of angels in the sky,

But still,
I cannot believe
The look of accusations in your eyes.

Riding a motorcycle is like kissing.
You ride from one place to another,
But it is never about reaching the destination.

It is always about the Ride,
That spiritual communion between you and the spirit of the road.

Likewise,
It's not the physical act of kissing ,..
It's the metaphysical part of it ,..
If you kiss somebody ,.
It's like you're inhaling their

Soul.

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Beneath Shaw MRT Station

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Every affair starts with a dare.
And, sometimes, a cold lie.
A warm kiss that gives birth
To a memory,
A moonless night
And a harmless guile.

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Beneath Ortigas Station of MRT

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A kiss.

Him : You've just given me a memory that will last a lifetime.
Her : C'mon, don't tell me that. It's just a kiss. It's nothing serious.
Him : I know. But serious or not, it was an exhilarating kiss. And what is life but a collection of those breaktaking memories.

Dark night.
The city glows.
The shutter clicked.

The city sleeps now. Peacefully. Beneath.

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Taken at the Parc Royale Helipad in Ortigas

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