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(Translated into English and published in the Tenggara-MALAYSIA and iniantolohiya of old with "Stories From Southeast Asia" as one of the best stories over 30 years in the region, according to Haji Muhammad Salleh, editor of that anthology.)
That was a time when the soul fever, you nagdedeliryo't aapuhap stars while constantly pursued by karalitaang I do not escape. Giant flaming skeleton made of I think that the building of the city and glaring neon lights: the tomb of sidewalks, alleys coffin, naghuhumindig each pillar candle, and procession of plastics robots and I pass every nook and streets. That is an extremely time I pinaghihimagsikan the kawalanghiyaan of life in the city and I do not even know who the enemy and who is friend and, every night, my rent alone in my room marumi't narrow knees mezzanine on the side of the inlet canal nangangalingasaw that, I see the patchwork woven-wall is a serene atmosphere I had always pinangungulilahan, and I continued to wave to the coconut trees, whispers of flags, and sung by the waves.
Carrying my typewriter and a suitcase clothes, thought I would go, a humid morning, in a secluded area of Batangas beyond the roaring exhaust and despise the dough and the so-called modern civilization. I stayed with a relative of the family, a typical house on the beach to palm coconut around. And I felt, so palang honest environment, the presence of the common people without pretenses, be fragrant poverty.
There I met Anto, a dapithapong We drink wine with my cousin Mando at idle boat on shore. I moist when I noticed a young hunky fire skin day land near us. Nothing seems he pulled his boat, brought the water within his net burden burden, nagkislut wiggle his last good many fish as I think I might overflow a bucket to translate.
"Ala'y moderation," gently replied Anto nets at the ground next to us. Get them some fish and placed inside the boat we inuupuan. "Pamulutan made of least you." Jumps, leap on the fish.
I laughed. Neither just smiled Anto. It picked up the nets, bore, we glanced, and continued walking. Inevitably I do not follow him to hide her view of thick coconut grove at a distance.
Tumungga I played the tuba and my eyes sweep the sea peaceful peaceful now and not like a chest breathing. Surprised I had not wiggle inside the boat next to the feet one fish left by Anto.
I do not spill. I can not explain why, kangina, the instant moment, when I gaze Anto, though I saw what mystique behind those big eyes and stripping a wide mouth that seemed to have wanted to say and shout.
I knew the departure of Mando and stripes mapupulang only sunshine in the universe when they return. Wrapped in banana leaves grilled fish, hot is hot, mamangu, mango, made of and I thought the way the province is really fresh fish, as well as people, not as in cities all putrid as the thoughts and dreams.
"You see the ga niyugang that?" And directed by Mando neighboring niyugang scrolls made of kangina Anto. "Previously, Manong, them that. Ala'y beauty also have their house was ... there, "and re-directed by Mando coconut to nakukumutan now thin darkness.
"Ala'y not destroyed to the new owner. You know ga, Manong, "continued Mando," I've nagisnan Anto's father that the niyugang. What ga't a day, maybe ten years ago was Anto, have come here from the city, nakakotse yet, and there were evicted Anto. Its raw land that. Ala'y not angry Ka Basilio, 'yong father Anto. Get bolo. Is, putang mother, Manong ... if not immediately nakatakbo and riding in the car 'yong from town, probably hacking made of naundayan Ka Basilio. "
"Is anything else ga?" Continued Mando. "Ala'y in nagdemandahan. Ka Basilio lost because no raw title. Few days, come here again 'yong town meeting, along with other police. Anto Tinaningan were to leave there. Is, Manong, who cry Ka Benita, 'yong mother Anto, and dissatisfaction
(Translated into English and published in the Tenggara-MALAYSIA and iniantolohiya of old with "Stories From Southeast Asia" as one of the best stories over 30 years in the region, according to Haji Muhammad Salleh, editor of that anthology.)
That was a time when the soul fever, you nagdedeliryo't aapuhap stars while constantly pursued by karalitaang I do not escape. Giant flaming skeleton made of I think that the building of the city and glaring neon lights: the tomb of sidewalks, alleys coffin, naghuhumindig each pillar candle, and procession of plastics robots and I pass every nook and streets. That is an extremely time I pinaghihimagsikan the kawalanghiyaan of life in the city and I do not even know who the enemy and who is friend and, every night, my rent alone in my room marumi't narrow knees mezzanine on the side of the inlet canal nangangalingasaw that, I see the patchwork woven-wall is a serene atmosphere I had always pinangungulilahan, and I continued to wave to the coconut trees, whispers of flags, and sung by the waves.
Carrying my typewriter and a suitcase clothes, thought I would go, a humid morning, in a secluded area of Batangas beyond the roaring exhaust and despise the dough and the so-called modern civilization. I stayed with a relative of the family, a typical house on the beach to palm coconut around. And I felt, so palang honest environment, the presence of the common people without pretenses, be fragrant poverty.
There I met Anto, a dapithapong We drink wine with my cousin Mando at idle boat on shore. I moist when I noticed a young hunky fire skin day land near us. Nothing seems he pulled his boat, brought the water within his net burden burden, nagkislut wiggle his last good many fish as I think I might overflow a bucket to translate.
"Ala'y moderation," gently replied Anto nets at the ground next to us. Get them some fish and placed inside the boat we inuupuan. "Pamulutan made of least you." Jumps, leap on the fish.
I laughed. Neither just smiled Anto. It picked up the nets, bore, we glanced, and continued walking. Inevitably I do not follow him to hide her view of thick coconut grove at a distance.
Tumungga I played the tuba and my eyes sweep the sea peaceful peaceful now and not like a chest breathing. Surprised I had not wiggle inside the boat next to the feet one fish left by Anto.
I do not spill. I can not explain why, kangina, the instant moment, when I gaze Anto, though I saw what mystique behind those big eyes and stripping a wide mouth that seemed to have wanted to say and shout.
I knew the departure of Mando and stripes mapupulang only sunshine in the universe when they return. Wrapped in banana leaves grilled fish, hot is hot, mamangu, mango, made of and I thought the way the province is really fresh fish, as well as people, not as in cities all putrid as the thoughts and dreams.
"You see the ga niyugang that?" And directed by Mando neighboring niyugang scrolls made of kangina Anto. "Previously, Manong, them that. Ala'y beauty also have their house was ... there, "and re-directed by Mando coconut to nakukumutan now thin darkness.
"Ala'y not destroyed to the new owner. You know ga, Manong, "continued Mando," I've nagisnan Anto's father that the niyugang. What ga't a day, maybe ten years ago was Anto, have come here from the city, nakakotse yet, and there were evicted Anto. Its raw land that. Ala'y not angry Ka Basilio, 'yong father Anto. Get bolo. Is, putang mother, Manong ... if not immediately nakatakbo and riding in the car 'yong from town, probably hacking made of naundayan Ka Basilio. "
"Is anything else ga?" Continued Mando. "Ala'y in nagdemandahan. Ka Basilio lost because no raw title. Few days, come here again 'yong town meeting, along with other police. Anto Tinaningan were to leave there. Is, Manong, who cry Ka Benita, 'yong mother Anto, and dissatisfaction
Living in the tropics is like living a dream for everyone. Aside from watching Asian gay porn, staying in the province is what I like doing, too.
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