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A Farewell Letter by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Poetry By October 18, 2011 Tags: , No Comments

If for an instant God were to forget that I am rag doll and gifted me with a piece of life,
possibly I wouldn’t say all that I think,
but rather I would think of all that I say.

I would value things,
not for their worth but for what they mean.

I would sleep little, dream more,
understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.

I would walk when others hold back.
I would wake when others sleep.

I would listen when others talk,
and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream!

If God were to give me a piece of life,
I would dress simply,
throw myself face first into the sun,
baring not only my body but also my soul.

My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice,
and wait for the sun to show.
Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh dream a Benedetti poem,
and a Serrat song would be the serenade I’d offer to the moon.
With my tears I would water roses,
to feel the pain of their thorns,
and the red kiss of their petals.


Sonnet XVII: ‘No te amo como si fueras rosa,’ by Pablo Neruda

Poetry By August 25, 2011 Tags: , , , , , No Comments

Sonéto XVII

Daí taká namómôtan na garó bagá iká búrak, o hiyás,
o an panà nin mga ara-alas-dóse na nagtútupga nin kaláyo.
Namómôtan taká síring na an ibáng madidiklóm na bágay namómôtan,

sa limpóy, sa pag-ultánan kan aníno asín kalág.
Namómôtan taká síring sa tinanóm na daí nagbubúrak
alágad yáon saíya an ílaw kan mga búrak na nalílipudan;

salámat sa saímong pagkámoot na saróng maisóg na hamót,
naggíkan sa kinâban, madiklóm na nabubúhay sa sakóng háwak.
Namómôtan taká na daí iniísip an pâno, o kasuarín, o kun saín gíkan.

Namómôtan taká na may kasiguruhán, daíng karibúngan o kahámbugán:
na namómâtan taká nin húli ta daí na akó nin ibá pang paági
kundî iní: na kun saín mayò an iká o magín akó,

labí-kaharaní na pálad ko an pálad mo sa sakóng daghán,
labí-kaharaní na an saímong mga matá an minapírong sa sakóng pagtúrog.

Sonnet XVII: ‘No te amo como si fueras rosa,’ by Pablo Neruda

** This is a Bikol translation. Heartwarming more than the usual. Thanks Vic Nierva.


Wharf Galley and Bicol Writers Present “Mga Berso nin Pagpaomay”

Poetry, Wharf Galley Rock Cafe By May 13, 2011 No Comments

Friday, May 20, 2011 5PM-9PM at Wharf Galley Rock Cafe, 2/F Avenue Square, Magsaysay Avenue, Naga City.

In November 2008, Jo was found to have cancer of the left breast.

The particular aggressiveness of her cancer necessitated mastectomy and chemotherapy thereafter, which she bravely endured the next month until April of 2009.

All seemed well until the cancer recurred in her chest wall barely a month after the last chemo cycle. This prompted her to have another surgery albeit a local one. September of the same year saw Jo undergoing a series of radiotherapy at the University of Santo Tomas. Despite the continuing treatment, bone and CT scans revealed that the cancer has spread to the bones of her chest and in her lungs.

Unable to fund the 160k + per 21-day cycle of chemotherapy, Jo and her family decided to participate in a drug trial in St. Luke’s Medical Center to gain access to chemotherapy drugs and other diagnostic procedures for free. She was subsequently disqualified when after 9 months in the trial her chest tumors stopped responding to the drug. It was at this point where FUDA Cancer Hospital in Guangzhou, China, was considered, as it was recommended by relatives and other patients in St. Lukes.

From January to March 2011, Jo spent her days at FUDA Cancer Hospital receiving treatment.

The cryosurgery and nano-chemotherapy done on her effected significant improvements much more than what her year of chemo achieved. She was supposed to come back last March for another round of nano-chemo but the expenses have caught up with her and her family.

Jo has not been receiving any form of treatment since.

Currently, she is suffering tremendous pains from the bone and skin metastases which leave her with open sores on the chest. The advanced treatments that FUDA hospital offers are her best and last recourse.

Jo — our dear colleague, friend, sister, mother — with greater reason needs our support in the fight for her very existence. And so all of us, friends and relatives, are called to lend assistance – moral, material, financial, to keep Jo ALIVE and well enough for her to continue giving us the gift of her company, her writings, her music, her insights, her love, as she is and as we have always known her to be.

Various groups will be involved: Writers Gig, Kabulig-Bikol, Kaboronyogan, Parasurat-Bikolnon, and of course, Wharf Galley Rock Cafe.

Featured poet is Ms. Jo Bisuna with performances from Bikol poets, Kaboronyogan, and Fire and Ice (a theater and dance group).

There will also be a book sale and a live performance of Pantomina to raise additional funds.

Designated host is Mr. Buboy Aguay.

There will be an open-mic poetry and after the program, Tanikala Tribe will be the band for the night.

See you all there!!!


Alliance (Sonata) by Pablo Neruda

Photography, Poetry By November 30, 2010 Tags: , , , No Comments
Sunset in Mui Wo, Lantau Island, HK 2010

Sunset over Mui Wo, Lantau Island, HK

From dust-laden glances, fallen to earth

or noiseless leaves, self-buried.

From tarnished metals, with the void incarnate,

with the absence of day, dead of a stroke.

In hand-heights, the dazzle of butterflies,

butterflies setting sail in their unbound light.

You were guardian to the light’s stelae, fragmented beings

the late and tardy sun flung at the churches.

Glance-tinted, with the aim of the bees,

your embodiment of unlooked-for flame in flight

preceded and follows day, his golden kin.

Days cruise in secret and lie in ambush

but fall into the trap: your voice of light.

Oh lady of the house of love – in your repose

I ground my dreams, my hushed expectancy.

With your body shyly numbered, extended suddenly

out to the quantities which have defined the earth,

beyond the broils of the white days in space,

cold with the slow deaths and withering incentives,

I feel your lap burning and your kisses passing

like early summer swallows in my dreams.

Times are when what your tears may wish to be

like age reaches my forehead-

there waves are battering, tripping themselves to death:

their motion humid, fallen, final.

(Translated by N.T.)

Sunset in Mui Wo, Lantau Island, HK 2010
The River Silver, Mui Wo, Lantau Island, HK


Poetry by Pablo Neruda

A Study Guide to Pablo Neruda’s Poems


I like You Calm, As if You Were Absent

Photography, Poetry By November 18, 2010 Tags: , , , No Comments

Still Water by Raffy Parcon

I Like You Calm, As if You Were Absent

I like you calm, as if you were absent,
and you hear me far-off, and my voice does not touch you.
It seems that your eyelids have taken to flying:
it seems that a kiss has sealed up your mouth.
Since all these things are filled with my spirit,
you come from things, filled with my spirit.
You appear as my soul, as the butterfly’s dreaming,
and you appear as Sadness’s word.
I like you calm, as if you were distant,
you are a moaning, a butterfly’s cooing.
You hear me far-off, my voice does not reach you.
Let me be calmed, then, calmed by your silence.
Let me commune, then, commune with your silence,
clear as a light, and pure as a ring.
You are like night, calmed, constellated.
Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.
I like you calm, as if you were absent:
distant and saddened, as if you were dead.
One word at that moment, a smile, is sufficient.
And I thrill, then, I thrill: that it cannot be so.

PABLO NERUDA, written in 1950

This little bit of inspiration I got off Raffy Parcon’s Facebook account. Thanks Raffy. Cheers to photography and poetry.


Isang Gabi Para Kay Perry (Calara) from Friends for Cancer Awareness

70s Bistro, Poetry By November 15, 2010 Tags: , , , , No Comments

“Tugtog at Awit…Isang Gabi Para kay Perry (Calara) – from Friends for Cancer Awareness” is an event organized by Perry Calara’s friends. This will be held at Conspiracy Bar along Visayas Avenue, Manila. Click here for the map.

Tickets are available at P 300, 500, 1000.

If you are free and anywhere near the venue and if you have friends who want to share the night with us on December 3, 2010 – please come. The show will start at 7.30pm.



Jewel’s Near You Always

Music, Poetry By January 14, 2010 Tags: , , , No Comments

I have been totally pre-occupied with de-cluttering my life, err, my house lately. I have taken to ripping all my cds into mp3s and hoping to get rid of the actual cds one way or another.

We have been pre-occupied with house-hunting too the past two weeks and that has made me think that I should not have a lot of stuff to pack and move, that I should not fill up the new house with stuff and that it would totally be awesome if I could adopt a zen theme or at least a zen attitude towards the new life, err, new house.

So anyway, I dug up all the cds, at least the ones that are here in the Pasig apartment (not counting the ones that were left in the Taguig condo) and have been ripping all day today and maybe until tomorrow and found my old, old Jewel cd – the first album!

I like this little bit of poetry from the cd sleeve.

Upon Moving Into My Van

Joy. Pure Joy. I am
What I always wanted
to grow up and be
Things are becoming
more of a dream with
each waking day –
The heavy brows of Daily Life
are becoming encrusted
with glitter and the shaking finger
of consequence is
beginning to giggle
Grumpy old men
have wings
Bums sport halos
and everyday dullness
has begun to breathe
as I remember the
incredible lightness
of living

I love Jewel. I listened to this first album for what seemed like forever in my old walkman until someone gave me her second album as a birthday present. I listened to that too for what seemed like endless hours that involved me drifting in and out of sleep. Hahaha! The last Jewel album I bought though was This Way and have not bought any of the others. Maybe I will think about getting the rest.. Maybe.

I remember we used to pass around her book of poetry in the U.P. Rep tambayan, back when it was still in Vinzons Hill. Maybe I will think about getting that book of poetry for myself too.. Maybe.

For now, I will listen to her old music, ponder on her little bits of poetry and watch her old videos. I miss the old Jewel. 😐


Poetry from Zhou Yu’s Train

Movies, Poetry By July 14, 2009 Tags: , , No Comments

Running from place to place, something is bound to happen..

zhouyustrain1My Lake Celestial

To get to your heart, sometimes my voice becomes fragile
Gentle breeze caresses the eel-shaped ice crack,
Lake Celestial, the enchanted celadon,
Melting in my hands soft as your skin

She spills over my Lake Celestial
Totally filled by you, totally filled by you..

Zhou Yu’s Train


Zhou Yu……..   Gong Li
Chen Qing……  Tony Leung Kafai
Zhang Qiang…  Honglei Sun

Direction:  Sun Zhou


A lover is a mirror
through which you can see yourself more clearly


“Some say that love is not about lasting relationships, but about a single moment of togetherness,” says director and co-writer Sun Zhou. “I don’t agree…what I’m saying about love, and our idea of love, is that it accompanies us for life. It grows old with us. It will always be with us. I think what’s important is not who we fall in love with, but whether or not you have that feeling inside your heart, that feeling that excites you and controls your life.”


I saw you in a dream
Moving like a pool of swirling bubbles
Formless and inexplicable
You dance gracefully
Slowly consuming me
Consuming the night
Consuming yourself


“’Zhou Yu’s Train’ is about a woman trying to find herself,” clarifies producer Bill Kong. “It’s less about people in love, and more about this woman trying to discover in herself why she wants these two men. She represents something very modern in China; not just women’s liberation, but about a woman discovering what she could have. She’s strong, but very romantic, and is pursuing that truth in her heart”


All the love in the world is not enough
To heal our sadness of separation
My tears flow back to themselves
If I disappear
You would hear nothing but silence


It is the visual possibilities of the train that attracted Sun Zhou to the original novel upon which the film was based. “It plays just a small part in the novel,” he explains, “but this gave me a strong visual image to express the feelings I have about love. It’s like a train – it may not have a final destination, but here are passengers who will get on and off.” Indeed, it is the motif of the train moving back and forth across the countryside that is reflected in the film’s editing and visual style: we uncover Zhou Yu’s two romances as parallel train tracks that will never meet, linked forever by the body of the woman who rides the train between past and present, memory and reality, passion and sadness. “Running from place to place,” Zhou Yu tells us about her travels, “something is bound to happen.”


If the moon can be both round and crescent
then a lake can be empty and full
If it’s in your heart then its real. If its not, then it never will be.


“For me, film is a place to dream,” concludes Sun Zhou. “Some would think that the character of Zhou Yu is strange, but I think she’s perfectly normal. Perhaps modern day people are peculiar, and Zhou Yu is the normal one. She is loyal to herself, very true from her feelings. There’s a line at the end of the film – ‘Who can be parted from Zhou Yu?’ I believe everything I want to say is in this line. Zhou Yu is love – can we escape from love? Truth is, if we choose to let things happen, then they will. In time, these things even may become the most significant things in your life.”