This is for September 15: Broken Strings... you know what i mean

This is for september 15



Broken Strings
James Morrison
Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me, now I can't feel anything

When I love you and so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking it's the voice of someone else

Oh, it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay

You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?

Oh, what are we doing?
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us

Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When it's too late, too late

Oh, it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay

You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?

But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late, too late

You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
So how can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?
Oh, you know that I love you a little less than before

Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again




thus spake the Barefoot Baklesa

Oh gods oh gods, are you there? [text message banter during an unexpected april shower]

I just had to share these exchanges through text... It lifted my mood a little -considering the the week i have been having [having being the operative word], and give or take that the person on the other end was located in central luzon for that matter. Here goes:

Drake: Yehey! Mahal talaga ako ni Bro, ang lakas ng ulan, migs!

Niki: Teka lang, tatawagan ko si Bro ha, baka kasi si Shiva o si Vishnu ang may gawa.

Drake: Si Hades daw. Hehehe!

Niki: Mali, si Horus daw may gawa. Nadapa at nadali yung pitsel ni Santa Martha kaya bumuhos ang ulan.

Drake: Nabitawan nga ni Horus yung jug sa Pampanga. Lakas ulan may bits of ice pa o.

Niki: Nagalit si Santa Martha, best pitcher daw niya yon... Hahatawin yata si Horus ng basket of grapes.

Drake: Ako heto, sobrang tuwa. Sarap pakinggan ng mga kulog at makita Thunder bolts ni Tatay Zeus.



Well, primera lluve de mayo [the first rain of May] is hopefully around the corner... Here's praying to the heavens that this insufferable heat will pass... Soon.



Thus spake the Barefoot Baklesa

Holy Week My Way...

While the rest of Gay-dom had made plans for the hedonism that is to be expected of Good Friday at places like Bora and Puerto Galera -or wherever it is where the well-earning gays of the day are flocking during the holy week break, the Barefoot Baklesa was up to his neck trying to make sure the Niki de los Reyes-Torres Carroza Challenge 2010 was no less than fabulous [it doesn't get any gayer than that, using the word fabulous, I mean]

I remember my friend Sandro [the one responsible for the nomenclature of "The Barefoot Baklesa"] telling me what his grandfather once said, "Oh, you have a gay friend who collects Virgins? You do realize the irony in that?" ~Well, it's one of those things that just confuse people about me. That same friend whom I miss dearly and might leave for the land of the Kiwis soon ~Okay, I'm getting distracted again.

I guess in that list of contradictions that is me, the creature that I become come Lent and Holy Week is one thing that I enjoy metamorphosing into. And thank goodness for my theater background that I am able to achieve certain things which -I think- even at my idle wanderings into the realm of imagination would never have passed my mind. But I miraculously do... Beauty, intention, texture, effects, and awe are but few of the things that sum up a good job come procession time. And I'm thankful to have more than a few hands to help me achieve that. My cousins being my partners in crime, make the experience an enjoyable one ~sans the stress and the last minute crunch.

Lately, I felt as if my year actually begins after the rites of Easter Dawn.... If that is the case, then I welcome it.


Thus spake The Barefoot Baklesa