Reymond S. Cuison -->tintang-puti (les indies libretas)

Walang may ari ng liquid eraser Ito ay nasa ating lahat, sipatin at pakialam, wala naman daw perpekto, kaya nga sa pinagdaanang mga gusot, hindi na ko magpapalusot, kayo na lang ang lumukot sa pahina ng mga kapangahasan kong ito... : ), P.S hindi ako writer, nagsusulat lang!

Friday, August 13, 2010

Ang pagtakas...

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Demo Nori-2 “Bitwan mo ‘ko!” sa mahigpit na pagkakagapos niya sa akin, halos hindi ako makahinga. Papalag-palag ako, pero malakas siya. Um...
Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Evanghelyo

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(sa hanay ng mga upuan) Sa ganitong tagpo Tantos de biblia ang Puspos ng mga salita Binendetahan ng mga Verasikulo’t Capitolo Ni Bro. L...
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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Hindi ito katulad ng pagbubuhat ng bangko ng ilan… At sa mga taong nagsasabing pasensya na , tao lang

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(lakbay-Laguna 2010, kung masusukahin ka huwag mong basahin ‘to!)  Nakaupo ako sa trono, habang hawak ang sidron at kalatas ni Bathal...
Friday, July 30, 2010

Life’s life

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(Its your time) When the breeze blows at the east Summer clock waives at your hand Your knees will be bow but unseen Accepting the limit...

HOMECOMING

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Days are counted on vile of precious night I predict it’s meant a variable for fight After the selfish less vacation from the province Fi...

Reunion 'to, pumunta ka ba?

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Patio Isabel at marka sa Videokeng lumalamon ng singko! hindi masaya ang destinasyon, kung wala kayo... puno ang baso ng galak ibinuhos ...

ANG BANDANA

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tumingin ka sa malayo nakikita mo ba ang puno... tingnan mo maigi, iyon ay malago... tumingin ka uli iyon ay hitik sa bunga igala ...
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I am prosaic, of being a just that spitting bubbly tint, with its undividable mean. Cause some of it means nothing. Totally null. I am a dreamer, with timeless sleep, always at the midst of illusions, at the countless wondering. I stared at the blank pages then I weigh unnumbered pressured images, with a blurred state, and undone, unpolished. As I imitating this Quote by Fowler “writing is easy. All you have to do is stared at the blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead” so I stop compromising… Here I am, striving to escape from conformity out of my own Pandora’s Box. I am still looking for myself. Looking forward, but my eyes is not at present, yet crucifying my philosophy that destiny draws the fate and the future is placed on what the place it is destined, on where only the greatest and powerful will remain. I have treasures that I can offer to the one who believes that I’m deserves to believe then, but the treasures I have is still unknown, unrevealed, unnamed… _RSC-ungramatical
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