CANTO II: THE HEIGHTS OF MACHU PICCHU

Flower to flower delivers up its seed
and rock maintains its blossom broadcast
in a bruised garment of diamond and sand
yet man crumples thepetal of the light he skims
from the predetermined sources of the sea
and drills the pulsing metal in his hands.
Soon, caught between clothes and smoke, on the sunken floor,
the soul's reduced to a shuffled pack,
quartz and insomnia, tears in the sea,
like pools of cold--yet this is not enough:
he kills, confesses it on paper with contempt,
muffles it in the rug of habit, shreds it
in a hostile apparel of wire.

No: for in corridors--air, sea or land--
who guards his veins unarmed
like scarlet poppies? Now rage has bled
the dreary wares of the trader in creatures,
while, in the plum tree's coronet, the dew
has left a coat of visitations for a thousand years
pinned to the waiting twig, oh heart, oh face
ground small among the cavities of autumn.

How many times inw intry city streets, or in
a bbus, a boat at dusk, or in the denser solitude
of festive nights, drenched in the sound
of bells and shadows, in the very lair of human pleasure,
have I wanted to pause and look for the eternal, unfathomable
truth's filament I'd fingered once in stone, or in the flash a kiss
released.

(That which in a wheat like yellow history
of small, full breasts repeats a calculus
ceaselessly tender in the burgeoning
and which, always the same way, husks to ivory--
that which is ghost of home in the translucent water
belling from the lone snows down to these waves of blood.)

I could only grasp a cluster of faces or masks
thrown down like rings of hollow gold,
like scarecrow clothes, daughters of rabid autumn
shaking the stunned tree of the frightened races.

I had no place in which my hand could rest--
no place running like harnessed water,
firm as a nugget of anthracite or crystal--
responding, hot or cold, to my open hand.

What was man? In what layer of his humdrum conversation,
among his shops and sirens--in which of his metallic movements
lived on imperishably the quality of life?

-- Pablo Neruda --

CANTO I : THE HEIGHTS OF MACHU PICCHU

From air to air, like an empty net,
dredging through streets and ambient atmosphere, I came
lavish, at autumn's coronation, with leaves'
proffer of currency and -- between spring and wheat ears --
that which a boundless love, caught in a gauntlet fall,
grants us like a long-fingered moon.

(Days of live radiance and discordant
bodies: steels converted
to the silence of acid:
nights disentangled to the ultimate flour,
assaulted stamens of the nuptial land.)

Someone waiting for me among the violins
met with a world like a buried tower
sinking its spiral below the layered leaves
color of raucous sulphur:
and lower yet, in a vein of gold,
like a sword in a scabbard of meteors,
I plunged a turbulent and tender hand
to the most secret organs of the earth.

Leaning my forehead through unfathomed waves
I sank, a single drop, within a sleep of sulphur
where, like a blind man, I retraced the jasmine
of our exhausted human spring.


--- Pablo Neruda

IT ONLY RUNS IN DAC FAMILY

Dennis is the husband of Jeng who are both members of ITSF with Myra who was a very close friend and linked to Catherine Joy who was a tertiary schoolmate of Bronson who once admitted in love with Roberto who also once linked to Lester who is now a drinking partner of Rey who is a colleague of Migs who was a very close friend and partner in crime of Macky who was a tertiary classmate of Guy who once dated and crazy for Janice who was a former girlfriend of Lloydee who was a member of PBDL with Gilbert and Joey whose father once liked Lovella for his son who was once the girlfriend of Jay whom Carol was once in love and she was the best friend of Rhona and close to Fortune who both graduated on the same secondary school of Jin who became a dating partner but rumored having relationship with George who worked on the same organization of Raphy who had a failed relationship with Andref who is a friend of Fred whose Deaf sister is also known to Maria Paz who is now the beautiful wife of Andrew who served as once VSO in the tertiary school of John Paulo who is the classmate of Emerson and known to Carlo who took the same certificate course of Sansan and Miles who later became known to Anne who known Eric who graduated on the same tertiary school of Rosalyn who was a friend of four DAC presidents, Rey, Carol, Lovella and Lester.

What a very small world.

I'LL BE WAITING (Lenny Kravitz)

He broke your heart
He took your soul
You’re hurt inside
‘Cause there’s a hole
You need some time
To be alone
Then you will find
What you always know

I’m the one who really loves you baby
I’ve been knocking at your door

As long as I’m living, I’ll be waiting
As long as I’m breathing, I’ll be there
Whenever you call me, I’ll be waiting
Whenever you need me, I’ll be there

I’ve seen you cry
Into the night
I feel your pain
Can I make it right
I realized there’s no end inside
Yet still I’ll wait
For you to see the light

I’m the one who really loves you baby
I can’t take it anymore

As long as I’m living, I’ll be waiting
As long as I’m breathing, I’ll be there
Whenever you call me, I’ll be waiting
Whenever you need me, I’ll be there

You are my only, I’ve ever known
That makes me feel this way
Couldn’t on my own
I want to be with you, until we’re old

You have the love you need right in front of you
Please come home

As long as I’m living, I’ll be waiting
As long as I’m breathing, I’ll be there
Whenever you call me, I’ll be waiting
Whenever you need me, I’ll be there

As long as I’m living, I’ll be waiting
As long as I’m breathing, I’ll be there
Whenever you call me, I’ll be waiting
Whenever you need me, I’ll be there

(Official Sound Track of "L Change the World")