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Sana'y Maghintay ang Walang Hanggan

Inawit ni Sharon Cuneta

Doon ka, dito ako
Hindi magkatagpo
Tawag ko'y di marinig ba't kay layo mo
Lapitan man ay di mo matanaw
Bingi't bulag sa akin ay walang pakiramdam
Sayang na pagmamahal
Paano nang pag-ibig kong walang hanggan

Sana'y maghintay ang walang hanggan
Hanggang makilala mo ako ang iyong mahal
Baka ko matutuhan kita'y kalimutan
Baka pangako ko'y dumating sa kailanman
Sana'y maghintay ang walang hanggan
Sana ang iyong paglingap ay muli kong matikman
Subalit kong paglimot ay di mapigilan
Alalahanin mong kay tagal kitang hinintay

Narito ang puso kong inilaan sayo
Pagod na nanginginig baka magtampo
Naghihintay ang labi kong uhaw
Handog nito'y ligayang di mapapantayan
Sayang na pagmamahal
Parang hangin lamang sa iyo'y nagdaan

Sana'y maghintay ang walang hanggan
Hanggang makilala mo ako ang iyong mahal
Baka ko matutuhan kita'y kalimutan
Baka pangako ko'y dumating sa kailanman
Sana'y maghintay ang walang…


Teacher's Month


I scribble questions on the margins
drawn clean as with a ruler
unlike the words (and thoughts)
thrown as darts now here then there

Did you not hear me when I said?
one should think before you write
you should be careful with your words
they will be your life

They spoke of Plato and Aristotle
of Beauty, virtue, and the Good:
Where's the elegance or excellence?
Goodness requires respect from you

A perfect line, an insight in bud
I have to find them, there is no other way
to survive today. They are bread
for a life that feeds on a kind no other

Why do I teach? we sometimes ask
when that man's trade or that man's craft
looks easier, answering to no one
I am their dirty canvas, they my false art

Perspectivism in Love

Love is blind not because lovers do not see, but because those who are not lovers do not see. They do not see what two lovers, for instance, see most clearly in one another. The woman may be just plain ugly, and the man an obnoxious jerk, but they are only so from a spectator's perspective. Lovers have three eyes: they see more than the visible world we all perceive with only two eyes. They are like those who see ghosts or see the future. It is a plain fact that other people do not just have the organs to see those things: you either see it or you don't--you can't even imagine it. The same in love.

And when it comes to love, its truth above all is exclusive. Never mind if they may be mistaken in the end, never mind if what they see are merely projections of themselves--these are possibilities that lovers never feel or know in the heat of passion and in the vision of beauty. There may be a consciousness or a fear that they may be mistaken, but that is of no importance to…
It's time to write about love. I'm already boring myself.

Why did I stop? Or when did I lose it? Myself? These questions never occurred to me until I was asked. You don't see yourself when you change, but others always do. They always want you to be the same as they last saw or heard from you. While I--I've not for a while looked at the mirror. Is that sadness I see or a silent contentment, one which negates change and postpones consciousness? I better look again.

I must write about love. I didn't even know I stopped.

When do we stop speaking love? When do we stop using it in our sentences or imagining it in the middle of an insomniac night? Concerns, deadlines, cheap pleasures--these wound the very heart of love, killing its dream which in each case is what really love is. The day you cease aspiring for love, no longer able to recall that tremble and stupid anxiety of wanting to see a beloved, that is the day you have either "matured," as they say, or di…

Overcoming One's Past

The overman is not the man of the future; it is the man who is able to reconcile with and liberate himself from his past. Self-transcendence begins with freeing one’s self from the past. And this liberation is one in which what we took to be what merely happened to us in the past can be assumed as the burden of one’s own doing, that one will heroically take on what merely ‘was’ as one’s own and so transform it into ‘thus I willed it’ (Hollingdale, xxxi).Why the sudden turn to the past instead of the future? Why is the past the object or target of self-overcoming?          Perhaps because the self that you are is precisely the sum or the result of your past. What is problematic, though, is that the past is that which we by definition can no longer overcome and change. We are in a word powerless in front of (behind?) our past. This is why Nietzsche said that the sadness of the will is that it is not able to “will back.”
         Also, when I look back at my life I see that most of it is m…