For two days, I was up there in the mountains, never minding the harshness of long travel. Mountains for me is Baguio.Where peace was real, vivid and at arm's length.
Finally. I said to myself,I was back. After months of painful ordeal, I was finally back.

___________________________________________________________

Was it Saturday, March 18th?
I had Sam waiting for me at U.P. Baguio. I was so fortunate for having been offered her own place to stay in for two days. I met Sam through Benjo last November (I honestly do not give a damn whatever reaction this statement would trigger from whoever else. I mean, this is my refuge, my own territory. Whatever I write is all patented in the most creative way. Haha).
And from then, Sam and I have been closer than I can ever imagine.
That will be another chronicle! My story of Sam will take me back to our
nights in my house when she's in Manila, our lonnnggg conversations on communism (haha), on her bestfriend Rica, on somebody she named Kapos..Haha..Later!

____________________________________________________________________________

UNE


To my right(my perspective!) is the Sam I'm talking about...To my left is my friend Sam Pinder, Baguio local artist whom I met thru Joe...Sam P. has a twin sister : Ezra, who's right at the back of her twin Sam and beside her below:


These photos were taken on Saturday night at Bistro Salud.
Joe invited me to the art exhibit on feminism where SAm and Ezra showed their paintings and crafts with other women artists of Baguio.

With her art: hand-painted bottle made from resin.

_____________________________________________________________________
DEUX : PERFUMED NIGHTMARE? Nah...

It was a blast : poetry reading, tete-a-tete with : Eric de Guia a.k.a. Kidlat Tahimik ( I'd like to thank Joe, salamat po! haha)...For which, I had this feeling-close shots:



Well...
I was fortunate to have this moment with him, like a short film that happened in the length of a three-minute pop song, as I quote Ethan Hawke in Before Sunset.
Ethan was right, it was just like a moment within a moment. He was there sharing his deep thoughts with me and my soul was in astral projection, going back to my freshman year in U.P. as I watched him having a talk in front of Film Students ( I was with my friend Eric - he was his student)- none of the gray hair that you see now.
Kidlat Tahimik. Silent Lightning. Doesn't that truly bespeaks him?
He told me of "mga duwende sa ating mga puso (dwarves in our hearts)."
No matter what, it will always come out without us knowing.
Perhaps he spoke of innate creativity. Just like the Personal Legend that The Alchemist was trying to define. And Kidlat was right. Follow your passion, seek your dream. And even if you deny yourself of that innate passion, it will lead its way out of your being, so you could share it with the world.



For a moment, I was mesmerized. This quiet strength in human form reminded me of Paulo Coelho. *GrIn*

_______________________________________________________________________



NEXT CHAPTER


Didn't I know that you ever played the percussions, Joe?!
That was verrryyyy cool.

This is not yet done.
More overhauling to come.
Got a load of photos to be posted.

I'm deluded by sleep.

_________________________________________________________________________







. 0 -BRAVED THRU IT TO ARTICULATE!