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| Ilokano writers more than 40 years ago. Front row: Severino V. Pablo, Jean Alejandro (5th) and Peter La Julian Standing: Joe Gonzales (in dark glasses) of San Fernando, La Union and Pelagio Alcantara (in polo shirt) of Sto. Domingo, Ilocos Sur |
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Drying laundry at the Padsan in Laoag City a red rose inlaid on her cheek, she shudders at the sight of a lover under a full moon. it was a season when water lilies were abloom and the crickets sung sans end. in the late afternoon the other sonja, balancing a jug on her head, climbed the bank of Padsan. it was the last time he saw her, a little girl in pigtails. when she came back she was a woman of intellect, her brains brimming with theories of knowledge and memories, a career secured in a university in the mountain city. and the boy? he followed her to the end but he lost the way, his sad poems etched in a corner somewhere in a garden of sunflowers. ***** the young woman in a corner of his mind  now i have you at last, the old man said to himself, delirious. i have you now, he heard himself whispering. she was lying naked on top of him on the bed, her young body pressed against him like rock and he could feel her fibulas and femurs, sacrum, breasts, her ribs. a, the fragrance of her searing flesh. she was kissing him with wet, delicious lips, opening her hot, strong legs to heaven. and he almost passed out in ecstasy and bliss. bad, bad old boy. *** view this place is ugly yet i can't see ugliness in the presence of a goddess, her hair flowing in the wind her eyes sparkling like the far-away stars in a night of dreams |
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