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Si no tuviera que decirte que te amo, Pasaría la vida pensando si lo sabes, Y pediría las estrellas para decirte Si pudiera decirte lo que las lenguas no se atreven a decir, Sentiría que ya he ido a los cielos, Y que ya he ganado un puesto junto a las constelaciones Si te consiguiera hacer sentir cada latido de mi corazón, Verías que está escribiendo tu nombre, Verías que está dibujando un mostro de tu cara Porque yo sería capaz de amarte una y otra vez, te amara en infinidad y en eternidad Si pudieras sentir lo que siento, Si pudieras oír los latidos de mi corazón, Si pudieras ver lo que imagino, Sabrías que todo es para ti Y que todo es sobre ti Y si no me la permitieras, sería la muerte hecha realidad

he he... akala ko'y isa ka lamang kathang isip na binuo ng mga makatang sinauna o ng mga taong mabababaw. kung ganun, mababaw rin pala ako. he he.. di ko naisip na maari ring ako'y maging biktima akala ko, ang meron ako'y pusong bato na kahit si brad pitt ay di makakayang tiktikin ni mapapipintig ng mga ngiting piolo. he he... sabi nila bading daw si piolo kahit na, gwapo pa rin siya saka natalo naman ang mga titik ni lolit solis kaya pwede pa ringpagpantasyahan ang ngiting piolo, pero ni minsan di ko naisip yun. he he... akala ko hanggang edad kim chiu lang ang pwedeng tamaan, ang pwedeng lumundag-lundag ang puso na para bang sasabog, pero di naman na para bang mabigat pero di naman. he he... ganito pala yun, mahirap ipaliwanag pero masaya, kahit walang nakakatawa ngingiti-ngiti kahit walang kausap parang baliw pero hinde naman parang nanlalambot pero di naman. he he... ang gulo, pero masaya sana tumagal, sana nakatokan na nga ang puso ko na dati di natitinag, independie...

Faith is that which reminds me Even in weakness that I am loved Though I fall a million times A million times again, I'll stand Faith is that which gives me hope In times of doubt that God is He Scourged, beaten, shamed on the cross Because of love, He died for me Faith is that which gives me truth In faces of lies the world deceives It is His light that guides me by To see beyond the Lucifer's mask. Faith is that which reminds me Of a love eternal, love forgiving Love that does not betray Love that is grace, love that is free.

My heart burst out for want of words to express the malady that surrounds my existence. The aura of false flesh surrounds me. Like a cloak that cannot be lifted. For dust has settled and will not be dissuaded. From engulfing my cobwebbed thoughts and crumbling intellect. Wisdom will cry out but will not be heard. For the doors have been closed and the keys swallowed by the eyes. My mouth will cry but the meaning has been plugged in the ears. I have no more intellect. It's river drowned in self-pity. Doubts have clotted the blood of knowledge. My fingers are numbed from scratching words. But the words have deserted me. And this vessel is empty.

There was once a man, He built his dreams on the rocks. He thought that they could stand As long as he wants them to Because they're build upon the rocks. And so layer after layer, And year after year He toiled. Like there's no tomorrow And existed for his dreams Because they'll all stand forever on the rocks. Years passed and his dreams were steadfast. They neither wobbled nor did they sway. But the man grew weary And he stopped to look around, Upon everything he has created on the rocks. He saw everything around him, Remained strong and beautiful. "The dreams shall outlive me," he said, "I have accomplished what I have set out to do." But still, he grew more pensive upon the rocks. More years have passed and the man has aged. He is greyed and his sinews tired of toiling. And through his dimming eyes He saw what he failed to see While he was on top, building upon the rocks. For lo! He has clothed his dreams In fine stones and solid timber But he forgot ...

In sadness we cry, but isn't that what we do too when our hearts overflow with happiness it cannot be contained. When hurting we cry, but we cry harder when all our hopes and all our dreams loses those shadows and ultimately become ours. In falling we cry, though sometimes not for bruises but for shame of our clumsiness and when ultimately they heal we cry harder. In remembering we cry, both for the lapses of faith and sensibilities as well as for those people unwavering, always there and we cry harder for being alive. And when everything ends, whether we have lived for others or lived for ourselves we will cry harder for those we've had and lost and for those we've lost and never had.

Érase una vez, habia un cacique el que tenía todo. Tenía el pueblo más prospero en la region y toda su gente era feliz y contenta. Tenía muchas mujeres y concubinas.Tenía muchos hijos que eran hermosos y fuertas y sanos.  Pero no estuvo satisfecho. Un día supo de la leyenda sobre el tesoro más hermoso y grandisimo en todo el mundo. Entonces, envió a sus hijos para buscar el tesoro. Uno tras otro ellos se marcharon en una búsqueda, pero ninguno de ellos volvió.  El cacique se sintió muy triste por eso. Se puso mas débil y se envejeció. Aún su deseo del tesoro se puso mas fuerte diario. Tenía un ultimo hijo que queda, él mas joven.  Este hijo vio como su padre consiguió más débil a causa de su obsession sobre del tesoro y descubriendolo. Entonces, decidió buscar el tesoro si mismo sin decir a su padre. Cruzó muchas montañas y navegó muchas mares para buscar el tesoro. Un día encontró una tierra con muchas cosas extrañas y raras. Primero había un árbol raro qu...