"this fertile used black soil is ready for rain"
yesterday, it rained love.
mi gusta desnudez. dijo desnudez.
today i saw an old man standing in the middle of the road, in between the Ateneo Rifle and Pistol Team building place thing and the carpool parking lot.
he stood still. he looked at me. he wore red plastic bags as socks, tied at the ankle, his feet snug in a pair of black slippers. straw bags were at his feet. he did not move. and he continued to look at me.
he was so old. his hair was grey and skin folded a million times around his face.
i wanted to take his hand. i wanted to take his picture. he stood out against the throng of young and hopeful faces. his face held no emotion.
i didn't know what to do. so i smiled.
then he looked away. but he remained still.
yna grabbed my hand and we crossed the road before a beautiful BMW could run over us.