Maaalala ko si Pedro..

Maalala ko si Pedro at ang kanyang mga ngiti,
Ang singkit nyang mga matang sa akin lagi bumabati
Maaalala ko sya sa bawat pagdampi
Ng hangin sa aking pisngi..

Maaalala ko si Pedro at ang marami nyang karanasan
Ang halakhak nya habang sya ay luhaan..
Maaalala ko ang lahat
..kung paano syang nasasaktan..

Maaalala ko si Pedro tuwing darating ang tag ulan
Kung paano nya ako binigyan ng tirahan…
Sa kakarampot ngunit tangi nyang kakayahan..
Maaalala ko sya at ang lahat nyang kahinaan..

Maalala ko si Pedro tuwing tag araw
Kung paanong ang pawis nya, sa noo’y nanukal
Kung paano sya magdamdam
Sa mga taong labis nyang minamahal

Maaalala ko si Pedro at ang kanyang kakisigan
Ang katapangan nyang humarap sa totoong kahirapan
Maaalala ko ang lahat, malinaw sa aking isipan
Kung paano sya maliitin at hindi paniwalaan..

Maaalala ko syang ngumingiti habang labis syang nagdaramdam
Maaalala ko ang lahat ng kanyang kalungkutan
Sa mga mahal nyang walang pakiramdam..
Ang lahat ng hirap nya’y hindi ko malilimutan..

Maalala ko sya at walang araw na sya’y makakalimutan
Pagkat labis ko syang hinahangaan
Ang tanging lakas nya at hayag na katapangan..
Ay ang malinis nyang puso at dalisay nyang kalooban…

Adios es a la vuelta de la esquina (goodbye is just around the corner)

It all seemed so unreal. I couldn’t believe any of this is happening, and a part of me still-in-shock. I couldn’t wait to tell him stories at the end of the day, which sometimes I almost exaggerates just to see how funny he reacts. But this day, there was not going to be any storytelling with him, no more exaggeration, any more corny jokes, and no more road sessions. It was all right, though, because by the time I had realized that I may not coming back and nothing anymore did matter much. Yeah, I really had a black sense of humor. ;)

Looking up at the trees, I know that I reached the turning point of my life. Yesterday started it, and I had some important decisions to make, whether to allow things to continue as they were, or to stop for a while and weigh things in their respective manner.
I know that the love I have given is a part of something the earth does not know about him, the real him and loved him anyway. Was not true love the most powerful drug in the world?

During the years, I had been enamored of him, that anything he did, I saw wonderful. The thing is, I had no idea of how to becoming my self again. When everyday is a good story book that you read with him, with new pages of adventures and laughter you enjoyed together. I may loose control of the anger, I may struggle and suffered to my idea, but that is just how it goes. You live, you learn, you give, you receive less, you love.