Monday, October 27, 2008

Kung Ako'y Malimot Mo

[ni Jay Pascual, pagsasalin mula sa salin ng tula ni Pablo Neruda "If You Forget Me"]
Nais kong matanto mo
ang isang bagay.

Batid mo na ito:
kung aking tanawin
ang maningning na buwan, sa matikas na sanga
ng taglagas sa aking durungawan,
at kung aking haplusin
ang ningas ng apoy
at dagitab ng baga
sa kuluntoy na balat ng kahoy,
ang lahat ay nag-aanyaya sa akin tungo sa iyo
tila ba lahat ng nilalang,
samyo, liwanag, asero,
ay mga munting bangkang
naglalayag
tungo sa iyong mga pulong nakaantabay sa akin.

At kung,
unti-unti'y limutin mo akong mahalin,
ika'y unti-unti ko ring lilimuting ibigin.

Sakaling
limutin mo ako
huwag na akong hagapin,
pagkat ika'y nalimot ko na rin.

Kung sa iyong masalimuot na pag-iisip,
na ang pagaspas ng hangi'y
humahalik sa kaibuturan ng aking buhay,
at kung maisipan mo'ng
lisanin ako sa dalampasigang
kinaluklukan ng aking damdamin,
alalahanin mo,
na sa araw na iyon,
at sa oras ding iyo'y,
ididipa ko ang aking bisig
upang ang aking kaibutura'y maglayag
tungo sa ibang pook.

Subalit,
sa bawat araw,
sa bawat saglit,
na madama mo'ng ika'y akin pa rin
sa di mahinuhang tamis ng pagsamo,
kung sa bawat sandaling ang bulaklak
ay manahan sa iyong mga labi upang ako'y apuhapin,
aking sinta, aking giliw,
lahat ng lagablab na iya'y nadarama ko rin,
walang napugto, walang nalimot
ang pag-ibig ko'y binubuhay ng pagsinta mo, giliw,
at habang ika'y nabubuhay lahat ng iya'y nasa iyo
at di rin lilisan sa akin.

Valencia at Midnight

It's midnight once again here at Valencia City, Bukidnon. I just finished writing 12 500-words articles about some dumb custom bobbleheads.

Well, who cares about these bobbleheads anyway? The search engines maybe? The owner of the site who sells bobbleheads, definitely.  Well, enough of bobbleheads. It has filled my brains with lots of bubbles anyway and I want to exorcise them out of my system.

Back to Valencia. This is the city I hope I can call my home.  It is a thriving city in a most provincial way.  Public utility services are bad but the environment can make up for it.

It is cool here, and the crickets are really lovely. They will entertain you all night.  This is a city that retained its provincial beauty.  This is a city that doesn't have the trappings of a dirty urban jungle.

The jungles here are real.  Outside my doors, you can see vast expanse of sugar plantation.  Beyond is a towering mountain, majestic in all its greeness.

I am a city-bred creature. So I'm used to the soot and grime of city life.  But Valencia is a cathartic experience for me.  In a year or two, I think this place will cleanse the accumulated grit I got from the city streets.

I am content hearing the crickets. The night bird occasionally woos me to go outside.  But I didn't dare coz the wind is cold. And I'm here writing the ramblings in my head...

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Valencia at Midnight: A Reprise

May 17, 2009

It's midnight once again here at Valencia City, Bukidnon. I just finished writing 12 500-words articles about some dumb custom bobbleheads.

Well, who cares about these bobbleheads anyway? The search engines maybe? The owner of the site who sells bobbleheads, definitely.  Well, enough of bobbleheads. It has filled my brains with lots of bubbles anyway and I want to exorcise them out of my system.

Back to Valencia. This is the city I hope I can call my home.  It is a thriving city in a most provincial way.  Public utility services are bad but the environment can make up for it.

When I first arrived here, the place was shrouded with a light fog.  It was drizzling and the air has the sweet scent of pine.  At that moment, I knew I will be at home here. 

It is cool here especially from dusk until the wee hours of the morning.  I was used to sleeping without a shirt on, a habit I developed when I was still in Pasig City.  But here, I had to wear a cardigan to bed.  And the crickets are really lovely. They will entertain you all night. 

Sometimes, I work in front of my computer until 3 in the morning beating deadlines for my online writing job.  Before I go to sleep, I usually spend a few minutes staring out my window.  I love the calm and peace outside, not one soul is about. 

The smell of pine, wood, and fresh leaves are in the air.  When I inhale deeply, memories of my childhood flood my senses.  I remember the countryside of Mindoro, where I used to spend my summer vacations.  I also remember the mountains of Panay and its pristine forests.

Valencia is a city but it evokes memories of far away places.  Places where I spent happy moments.  Places that I learned to love and care about.   This is a city that retained its provincial beauty.  This is a city that doesn't have the trappings of a dirty urban jungle.

The jungles here are real.  Outside my doors, you can see vast expanse of sugar plantation.  Beyond is a towering mountain, majestic in all its greenness.  During mornings, my son and I will wait for the “potpot” guy who delivers hot pandesal.  We will sit by the road side and will look at the mountains far ahead.  He always asks me if we can go trekking on those mountains.  Even my little boy seems enchanted by the majesty of the mountain in front of us.

I am a city-bred creature. So I'm used to the soot and grime of city life.  But Valencia is a cathartic experience for me.  In a year or two, I think this place will cleanse the accumulated grit I got from the city streets.

Valencia taught me how to appreciate the small things in life.  I can now appreciate every whiff of cool wind caressing my face.  I also find satisfaction when I stare out my window and hear the crickets sing.

Right now I am content listening to the crickets. The night bird occasionally woos me to go outside.  But I didn't dare coz the wind is cold. And I'm here writing the ramblings in my head...

 

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Space for the Ramblings in My Head

Well, here I am again, creating another weblog. I already have several weblogs. Some I created long ago I already forgot their passwords.

I hope this one will last.  I don't know yet what will I do with this blog.  Well, I want this to be my own personal space in a really public place.

I am Jay Pascual. I work as a freelance web content writer. It sounds good but overtime, writing web content dulls the mind.  Before writing for the web, I consider myself a poet.

I compose poems, I write essays, and I ramble. When I started writing for the web, I forgot my literary skills.  I cannot even compose a single free verse anymore.

Maybe keywording has done its tricks on me. The longer you write for dumb people, the deeper your dumbness will be.

Now I know what will I do with this blog.  I can use this as therapeutic tool.

For some time now I want to write for myself. I want to write my thoughts, I want to write my feelings, I want to feel how to write again.

I hope this blog would help me do this. I want to capture again the essence of words. I want to taste the sweet lines of poetry.

Maybe this blog could help me. Then again maybe not. Maybe this post could start an avalanche of words. Then again, this could be my first... and last post.  Just like my other blogs who died an unnatural death due to neglect.

I don't expect people to read this blog.  But you are welcome to read it.  Besides, this is my personal blog and I don't care if you read this or not.  I just want a space to vent my thoughts.

I just want a space for the ramblings in my head...

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