in my yearning
not to leave
in taking
a loving glance
of your face, your hair, your smile, your color

i felt a pinch
is it a cry? a longing?
have i found something?

well... in fact
i left my sunglasses

days passed
nights run
gold and silver alternate
but i am captive
of you

Batanes...

how can one fathom
such beauty
oh no, but such a word
do not suffice

one step greeted
rolling verdant hills
whisper the ocean's ebb
ceaseless
unknown depth, at once inviting
then distant, unknown

skies embrace wind
in rhapsody
upon horizon show
waves kissing
the cliff's waiting stones

alas! one soul is lucky
privileged just in here
such a world...
priceless


to the master behind such mystery, majesty that is Batanes... cheers!

conversations: indigo child and the principessa

...even you were together with us you were always alone.
...there was always something that we can't enter.

i know all these about you but there was a mouth that never talked ... in your head. a mouth that is locked.

that's all there was, a great light in your eyes but a broken mirror at the same time which makes light less shine.

life is so poetic we need to know how to listen.

sometimes i think im a photographer or a video camera. that i was created just to observe and enjoy the moment in a distance. its strange ... and its lonely out there.

there is no place in the world for secret rooms. open them and let them go. freedom is for people and in this life not in another.

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

- The character "Rose Walker" in The Sandman #65

flowing pearls
high up
fallin from
nowhere

gushing strong
windy current
misty and cold

mystery befalls
misery washed
gazillion ripples

only a spec
cosmos within cosmos...