Tuesday, 20 March 2012

Letters from Rome

In times of difficulty, you may feel your problems will go on and on, but they won’t. Every mountain has a top. Every problem has a life span. The question is who is going to give in first, the frustration or you?
11/02/2012 08:43:27

I miss your kiss. I miss your hug. The warmth you give me every time we touch. On the phone when you say you miss me. I miss that about you. I wonder if you miss me too.
29/02/2012 19:25:08

I love the way you look at me. The way you make me happy and show your care. A gentle word like a spark of light illuminates my soul and as each sound goes deeper, it’s YOU that makes me whole.
04/03/2012 14:36:32

A stranger you were once. Then, with a gentle look you took my hands. I cannot express my delight. Damn! I am lost in you magic.
04/03/2012 18:54:23

There is no corner, no dark place, your love cannot fill and if the world causing waves, it’s your devotion that makes me STILL.
05/03/2012 20:12:59

You bring joy to my heart. Every touch of your hand, I love you more and more.
13/03/2012 08:10:56

I love you so very much even thou at times I do things that hurts, I try so hard to hope that you always see, how much you being in my life means to me.
13/03/2012 20:30:16

There is no LIE, only LOVE. Can’t pretend to be in love. With all the love you show I’d love you more and more. God may have a purpose because he knew I would love you best. Worthy is your love.
19/03/2012 08:09:55

You give to me hope and help me to cope when life pulls me down you bring me around.
20/03/2012 10:31:13

-What strange feeling when you endure into something, the world is like trembled with happy thoughts. I define love as a game which obscure the sorrow and pain I had before, but this time even God and all the saints are witnesses to this tremendous sentiments. - Denis

Monday, 9 January 2012


Why is it so hard to read? Feeling like all the letters are trying to drown me, they like rivers keeps on flowing and moving. My eyes are wandering outside for I never understand everything. Impair, indolent, and slow as they call me. My life was like I was in hell burning for they don’t understand me why it is so hard. With this I see things in different way which nobody sees like me. On how I imagine the world would be, on how I imagine even from a small things. My mind wanders because I imagine. Teachers always call my attention putting in front of them. I thought its just an attention problem why I can’t concentrate.

As I research just to understand what is what, I found out that it is been a problem too with other people whom sometimes are celeb. Even geniuses like Einstein which do have this unlikely disorder. So I dug up more and now I can name the culprit “DYSLEXIA”, dyslexia is a brain-based type of learning disability that specifically impairs a person's ability to read. These individuals typically read at levels significantly lower than expected despite having normal intelligence. Although the disorder varies from person to person, common characteristics among people with dyslexia are difficulties with phonological processing (the manipulation of sounds), spelling, and/or rapid visual-verbal responding. In individuals with adult onset of dyslexia, it usually occurs as a result of brain injury or in the context of dementia; this contrasts with individuals with dyslexia who simply were never identified as children or adolescents.  Dyslexia can be inherited in some families, and recent studies have identified a number of genes that may predispose an individual to developing dyslexia.

But it doesn’t mean I can’t do anything, being dyslexic gives me will to do things most people don’t do. We are not autistic; we’re just having difficulties and that difficulty is our strength to pursue what we want to pursue.
Imagination is more important than Knowledge.
I dyslexia am!

Friday, 14 October 2011

In Vino Veritas

In vino veritas, in wine theirs truth and the reason why I drink it is only time I evaluate myself. I can express my feelings to others with no hesitation, I can speak whatever I want to speak, and do things in normal base I can’t do.

Through out history drinking has always been part of our customs, but according to Nick Joaquin “We have lost not only the custom of wine at meals but also our ability to hold our liquor, which may be a natural consequence.” We became drunkards; we drink heavily and it became habitual.

This is my escape to the real world as I drown my self in alcohol. To forget I want to forget, to remember who, when and what to remember. To cover my agony in this world and believe me, every man has his secret sorrows, which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad. A man may surely be allowed to take a glass of wine by his own fireside.

It is risk we always take while we drink. Alcoholism can be and can’t be control and we became dramatic for we talk about our grief, we became poetic for we sing the song of bliss and misery, we became dreamer for we dream our tomorrow. Wine can make good best friends and lovers for in this we say the least revolting ways and Wine can make worst enemy too.

Wine is one of the most civilized things in the world and one of the most natural things of the world that has been brought to the greatest perfection, and it offers a greater range for enjoyment and appreciation than, possibly, any other purely sensory thing. In wine rational reasoning, debate, intellectual sharing and all issue in the world we can thrash out.

What I like about drinking is we convey the true us, the true sentiments we like to express. To converse other opinion and point of view and knowledge we might not know yet. Wine can instigate a good rapport which creates a bond between bottle, drinker and other personwhen you drink alcohol you tend to get loose and sometimes say things you normally wouldn't say had you not imbibed.

Monday, 3 October 2011

Secret Sanctuary

I had a secret place inside my mind where my inspiration kept hidden that you won’t find. Where it is the only safest place I know. It is the sanctuary of my emotions I can’t tell and how to express it. This is the only place I can be who I want to be, the place I can see what I want to see. I may be delusional but this is how to express my being and I like to keep it this way for now.
I know I’m hard to understand for whom I am, even I don’t understand too. We are not perfect as we want to be for we are just humans born to make mistake. You can take everything I have but this place I call haven of my emotions and idea it will be war trying taking this. I may sound cynic from what I want in life. Life is a struggle we need to face everyday and tomorrow is always another day.
Don’t be skeptical and be rational it is never too late to be buoyant towards anything. This is how I see things no one knows, witness how I open my furtive sanctuary and be part of it. Journey with me to the limitless road of life.

Sunday, 2 October 2011

The World

The world, so many broken hearts.
The world, so many who fear the dark.
The world, so many lost with aching arms.
The world, so many who forsakes the stars.
The world, so many with too many scars.
The world, so many who’ve forgotten God.
The world, whose wicked beauty leaves so many in awe,.
The world, so many, indeed, too many laws.
The world, the beautiful harlot, the starlet, due drops and red drops of blood kill crops and stop.
 Cupids dart with stone walls so many who crawls.
Too few who draw or practice art.
Too few song sung, too many battles given upon.
Too many wrongs, but still so much right.
Too few who realize the cried of dying eyes.
Too many who will cry tonight
Too many who forget to smile, too many who turn away life.
I wish I could find you all, I wish I could calm your strife.
I wish I could teach you to fly, I wish you’d at least learn before you die.

-Marcelo Lopez

Thursday, 29 September 2011

Dancing Lightning

You dance to the tune of rain, with the sweet music of thunder. Makes women, men, and children shiver when you dance. With the cold chill wind blows and whispering roar you make it complete. Your natural phenomena fascinate even little boys and girls can tell. Never stop dancing it's your natural thing.

Wednesday, 28 September 2011

Letter for you

I always wanted to write something about you; about you’re crazy way, corny jokes and our funny conversations. How we define things in our own simple and little world. We always make things different from others, on how we counter flow. I’m always eager to tell them how fascinating you are, the way you see the world, the way you embrace something you like and even how you procrastinate. It was a bit strange, lately we been arguing from small things, and sometimes we do not agree on one thing. Sometimes, I think you’re too sensitive for the both of us. You always nag like grandmas do. Lately you change from where I like you most; most that always has you’re on way.
I’m always looking forward to see you each day but each we see each other another chaotic goodbyes as we said farewell. I was hoping for a change just like we were before. It is so sad my paper is still blank until I realize I have nothing to write about you.

tree of patience

tree of patience
Have patience with all things, but chiefly have patience with yourself. Do not lose courage in considering your own imperfections but instantly set about remedying them - every day begin the task anew.

Pablo Picasso Art