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Alaala ng Kahapon

Ayaw kitang alalahanin
Matagal na kitang limot
Nagpatuloy na sa pag inog
Mundo na dati tinawag na atin

Ngunit,

Sa tuwina,may munting mga bagay
Sa akin nagpapaalala
Katulad na lamang ni Sting
Una sa Pransya,ngayon naman sa Alemanya
Ni hindi ko alam kanyang mga kanta
Ngunit sa kanyang "fields of gold"
Hinila pabalik sa iyo...

Ang mga maiikling mensahe
Nanghahalina
Sa mga munting bagay dati pinagsasaluhan
Pinapaala dating samahan
Maging mga kumportable 
At di kumportableng katahimikan
Sa pagitan ng bawat
Paghigop at paglagok ng kape
Sayo na matamis
At akin na mapait...

Maging ang tala at buwan
Kahit liwanag ay aandap andap
Sa gitna ng taglamig at tag ulan
Pilit nagliliwanag
Upang puso at katawang balot sa lamig
Nabibigyan ng init

Katulad ng dati
Ngiti hatid sa aking labi..

Maari nga na ikaw ay kalahati ng kaluluwa
Kahit sa malayo,kahit di nakikita
Kaulayaw ng gunita

Ngunit-

Hanggang dito na nga lang siguro
Mga kaluluwa'y maaring mag-ugnay
Subalit mga landas
Hindi na kailangan magtatagpo.

Aachen,Alemanya
18:47 ng gabi
27 Marso 2018

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