Saw copies on book stand yesterday (priced at P125.00)  … bought one for my son at Book Sale. A children book for a 14-year old … he may not be a Jesse Robredo in the future (because of his autism) but we’ll do our best to instill on how to be like one.  It’s a 24-page book beautifully illustrated by Nicole Anne Lim.

Book signing on April 13, 2013 4PM at National Book Store SM Naga.  Available now at Book Sale or buy during the book signing at the National Book Store :-]

Read/follow this posts [ Wallflower ] [ Daphne  ]  as inspiration or you can read online the Naga SMILES commemorative issue yours truly designed here.

And if you’re a from the 3rd District of CamSur, let us vote for ATTY LENI ROBREDO come May 13.
Let’s put an end to the dynasty… now is the time!  Be an intelligent voter.

I  f o u n d   a  p l a c e  w h e r e  t h e  s h e e p  c o u n t  h u m a n s _

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F u l l  o f  w a v e s  a n d  f i e l d s ,
This universe we glide on in misshapen vessels.
From another galaxy
Would you please take me

Y o u  h a v e   a  p r e c i o u s  l i t t l e  m i n d
Y o u  p a i n t  a  p e r f e c t  l i t t l e  r a i n b o w
You will make this right
You have the will of a volcano.

W h e n  y o u  c a m e  u p  f r o m  t h e  g r o u n d
F r o m  a  m i l l i o n  l i t t l e  p i e c e s
You were sewn together
with a tapestry of molecules
A billion baby galaxies
and wide open spaces

A  s c e n e  b e g i n s
W i t h  o u r  n e x t  m e l o d y s u n g  b y  a  b a s h f u l  b i r d

Humming a violet sky
There are no words
But there is understanding

I got my pockets full of crackers
That ought to be enough to get me there
I’m takin a rocketship to the sun tonight

Can you see me passing over?
I’m in a silver ship
Made of popsicle sticks

S o m e t i m e s   I  d r e a m   a b o u t  s u m m e r   e i g h t   y e a r s  a g o .
C a n  I  g o  b a c k  a g a i n ?

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Sometimes I wonder if I could go back to being eight years old.
Sometimes the stars seem to be conscious of my memories.
Can I go back again?

I ‘ m  c l i m b i n g  t o  t h e  s u n  o n  a  c o b w e b  m a d e  o f   t i n k e r ‘ t o y s

L e t ‘ s  b e  e t e r n a l  f o r  j u s t  a  l i t t l e  l o n g e r
Maybe for the moment
Suck in the pollen and breathe with the raccoons.

I give thanks to my youthful days
Of grass-stained knees and trick-or-treat face
I pray I’ll find as innocent a place
W h e n  I  a m  8 8

And I give thanks to my present day
It just got here so please don’t go away
I finally see it’s what I choose to make.

T u r n  o u t  t h e  l i g h t s
k i s s  t h e  p i l l o w  g o o d n i g h t
k i l l  t h e  s u n  b u t  l e a v e  t h e  s t a r s  o n

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