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!

Sunday, June 26, 2011

"Kung ang tula ay isa lamang”

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kung ang tula ay isa lamang  ni jesus santiago Kung ang tula ay isa lamang pumpon ng mga salita, nanaisin ko pan...
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Saturday, June 25, 2011

Idealismo en Cerebro de Loco

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Viva! Sunador de la Mancha ikampay sa panagimpan mga alaala ng pag-asa kalumbaya'y miminsang masawata sa palad itatakda, itatadhana ...
Friday, June 17, 2011

Pagtahol ng Asong Askal

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Kumakahol-kahol na parang ulol sa mga pahayagan, peryodiko habang binabantayan, pinagtatakpan mga magnanakaw na amo nang minsang n...
Thursday, June 16, 2011

J-PEPA o kung mabilis napatupad ang Japan-Philippines Economic Partnership Agreement

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Ilang ulit nagkislapan ang mga ilaw sa loob ng silid na iyon. Nahinto saglit ang mga nakaputing kamisetang pang-mag-aaral ng medisina,...
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Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Aydol ko si P-NOY

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Kahit anong mangyari…   Aydol   kita! Hindi po dahil magaling kang magsalita Kundi   alam kong pakikinggan mo kaming maralita… Kahit anong...
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KEYK

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Ika-21 ng Disyembre taong dalawang libo at dyes kaarawan mo ay sumapit bata, heto na ang iyong KEYK...   sa paghihip mo sa tanging t...

PAGKAKAIBA-IBA?

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ni   Raymond Cuison   noong Miyerkules, Oktubre 27, 2010 nang 6:25 AM Tulad ni kristo Hesus na may labindalawang alagad o sa pinagandang Ta...
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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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