The night before, I was listening to this newly-bought compilation of Franz Schubert's best music with Shaham on violin and Söllscher on guitar - and the tracks were so beautiful they stayed with me all throughout the following morning when ficus trees were being uprooted and roofs of neighboring buildings and houses were being torn apart. I was there in my little square paradise remembering Schubert's portaits of intimacy and loneliness, innocence and experience, armed with the knowledge that the opportunity to listen to that cd again will give me the courage - if not the pleasure - to suffer, among others, the atrocity of power failure.
5. Pagpapasalamat din dahil kahit papaano, kahit mahirap ang buhay, kahit di ako mayaman, nakakabili pa rin ako ng libro at kaya ko pa rin silang basahin dahil malinaw pa rin ang utak ko (kahit malabo na ang mga mata ko, kung gay-on, salamat din sa salamin.) 6. Gaya nung Sabado sa Miami Book Fair, naalala ko tuloy nung minsan napadaan ako sa harap ng Library of Congress sa DC, pakiramdam ko parang gusto kong mag-antanda.