Soul Sung Lullaby
my life is not complete, probably to achieve the greatest, the minute i will die; my song lacks two lines, a tale of love for the first, and a tale of hatred for the last;
a stick of cigar is not enough, i need more packs for days to come, to accompany my date with mary’s, theresa’s, and anna’s; my canvasses are not framed yet, i want it made raw, just shades of black and orange, no wood no metal to exaggerate its sharpness;
i make use of a pen which lead shortens continuously; i make use of my thumb which skin softens every stroke with my canvass; i make use of my eyes which sight gets bored with the pale white wall;
my life is not complete, for everyday i need a pack of cigars; my song lacks two lines, for there are still magdalene, cristina, and johanna to tell me tales of love and of hatred; the canvasses are not framed yet, for… for… for… (mental block)
wala lang… sabi sayo talagang wala lang e, kala mo seryoso no! ang gusto ko lang sabihin, ang ganda ng tono nung panghele ni nanay na may pamagat na "sa ugoy ng duyan", pero okay din naman ang alternative rock music, kasi parang ako ang hindi pagiging maayos ng mga nota nuon, sigaw 
sigaw, hiyaw hiyaw, pero wala lang. pwede mo na nga wag intindihin ang lyrics ng mga rock songs, kasi sa mga nota pa lang ng musikang ganun, alam mo na na naglalabas lang ng bugso ng loob ang mang aawit pero pagkatapos wala lang din, parang pag-ebs, pagkatapos… wala na. most things are like that, it’s over when it ends. that is why, the middle part of this composition illustrates the use of a pen and of the thumb, to convey that we must not just enjoy the completed painted canvass, we must as well enjoy the process by which colors are being mixed and strokes being done. cruel it may be, but that is how things work, all fades in its end… at kahit ilang beses pang awitin ni nanay, ni tatay, ni kaybigan, o ni aleng neli, ang "sana’y di magmaliiiiiwwww…" matatapos din ang daloy ng mga nota sa tiklado na Techics Organ, mauubos ang Staffs sa manipis at green na music notebook… at sa huli maiisip mo na kahit wala lang, at least nag-enjoy.
