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...

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

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

You are an
old Philippine map...

A one-man band
has sketched poetry through his music...

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