Fields of Poetry

I don't know how to love him
What to do, how to move him
I've been changed. Yes, really changed
In these past few days when I've seen myself
I seem like someone else . . .

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Nuno sa Punso

Would you like a cup of tea, with me
Here under a shade of mango trees
Within the comfort zone of a wooden fence?

Would you like a taste of bread, I made?
It's bibingka pie I baked today
Wrapped in banana leaves from a plantation, there;

Over the hedge and far beyond
stretch my masters' farm where I belong
Combed by the passing wind of love

I guard this land.

nuno_Soprano.wma - Pmel

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