I find it unusual
to be reading recipe books...

You
are my...

Oh, my closest friend,
take me back to the heydays of our poetry...

Old Roses-
rustic, uncertain...

I remember that July 24 afternoon one yesteryear
as Giant Brocade Crowns bloom in the night sky...

I always thought that fire is the only thing that...
and that roses are blessed for their thorns...

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

Along oceans and brush areas,
mountainsides, forests and grasslands...

Last September,
I watched...

This day
smells like...

What did
the sky...

Sunset, I've known you for so long --
a distant mirage, a forgotten song...