It feels as if I’m walking
on a pathway full of wilted azaleas...

8:00 PM
only lives...

To those who don't know,
I let Dandelions die...

Manila, what does it take
to break someone's heart...

No, I don't mind
being greeted by Dandelions...

Once, dandelion wishes
floated in the air...

The cliffs of dream sleep
beneath my eyelashes...

Do you still fall
like leaves on a September wind...

Those sunflowers bring resonance:
your voice, March, pine trees...

A one-man band
has sketched poetry through his music...

You are an
old Philippine map...

I have come to the wonder of life.
Some say it's beauty...