YOU START DYING ... SLOWLY 🍂

Pablo Neruda, Spanish poet,

Nobel Prize for Literature in 1971.

His Poem: "You start dying slowly"

You start dying slowly;

if you do not travel,

if you do not read,

If you do not listen to the sounds of life,

If you do not appreciate yourself,

You start dying slowly;

When you kill your self-esteem,

When you do not let others help you,

You start dying slowly;

If you become a slave of your habits,

Walking every day on the same paths,

If you do not change your routine,

If you do not wear different colors,

Or you do not speak to those you don’t know,

You start dying slowly;

If you avoid to feel the passion

And their turbulent emotions;

Those which make your eyes glisten,

And your heartbeat fast,

You start dying slowly;

If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,

If you do not go after a dream,

If you do not allow yourself,

At least once in your lifetime,

To run away,

You start dying - Slowly...! 🍂

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Glow of the 🧡

How many times we said fake goodbyes but those persons were just more present in our hearts and souls than ever? Didn't we pretend we let go of people and things, yet in our deepness we knew we actually never did? And on the other hand, for how many times we secretly knew our feelings changed towards someone yet we keep doing our best to pretend it didn't, maybe because they are so dear, maybe because of our glorious past but in our deepness we know it's no longer the same, for how many times we let go of things we loved but we keep acting that they are still our choices. And the questions remain does all this mean forever? Will we fall again for what departed us? Will we let go of what enslaved us for so long? Will we say a true goodbye and an honest hello?

When our mind speaks 🧡

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MY FATHER IS A POLICEMAN

Mga salitang huling ibinigkas Salitang pinanghugutan ng lakas Ang gatilyo na walang alinlangang inilabas At sa apat na putok, may dalawang buhay ang biglaang nagwakas. Hustisya ang sigaw ng lahat Panghabang buhay na pagkakakulong ay tila hindi sapat Mata sa mata, ngipin sa ngipin Kung anong kinuha sya ring dapat bawiin. Death penalty ang dapat ipataw Para sa dalawang buhay ng walang awang inagaw Dapat na tayong magising sa reyalidad Ang tatsulok ay sabay sabay nating ibaliktad. #RIP #JUSTICE (c) Bernadette Manayon

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