It feels as if I’m walking
on a pathway full of wilted azaleas...

To those who don't know,
I let Dandelions die...

8:00 PM
only lives...

No, I don't mind
being greeted by Dandelions...

Manila, what does it take
to break someone's heart...

Once, dandelion wishes
floated in the air...

The cliffs of dream sleep
beneath my eyelashes...

Those sunflowers bring resonance:
your voice, March, pine trees...

Do you still fall
like leaves on a September wind...

You are an
old Philippine map...

Ne'er saw I, never felt,
the sun did more gracefully...

Reveries are too sad to hide beneath your skies,
melancholies are too fragile to hear your cries...