
ako. io. I. yo.
When i was a kid, i told everybody that my dream was to become a social worker. I always dreamt of going to places in the Philippines, in India, in Africa, wherever - every place that saw a tear in a hungry child's face, every corner of the world where a hug meant more than a dollar, a helping hand more than new shoes.
I remember even writing this poem (which luckily I have in my archives) entitled "LUHA", which means tears or lacrime.
...he smiled,
the little boy whose feet were hard as rocks,
whose stomach growled a vicious monster,
whose face wore ages of pain and regret
i wondered how regret could be pasted onto a face
which should house innocence and joy,
he smiled,
the little boy who looked at me like i was his long-lost brother
he smiled,
because i smiled too.
part of "LUHA"
cris. jan.15, 1991.
I wonder what happened to that dream. I can still feel that desire. To seek a way to help, to find a chance - to feel more ---I dont know, human. All the homeless people. All the orphans. All the young and dying, the old and aging. Their pains should be OUR pains, too. Shouldn't it?
Aren't they US? Aren't we THEM?
Let me share this most beautiful song called PARAISO. Which is strange, in a way. Because like the title of the song, which i think , can be understood in all languages, so should the very words BEING HUMAN.
When i was a kid, i told everybody that my dream was to become a social worker. I always dreamt of going to places in the Philippines, in India, in Africa, wherever - every place that saw a tear in a hungry child's face, every corner of the world where a hug meant more than a dollar, a helping hand more than new shoes.
I remember even writing this poem (which luckily I have in my archives) entitled "LUHA", which means tears or lacrime.
...he smiled,
the little boy whose feet were hard as rocks,
whose stomach growled a vicious monster,
whose face wore ages of pain and regret
i wondered how regret could be pasted onto a face
which should house innocence and joy,
he smiled,
the little boy who looked at me like i was his long-lost brother
he smiled,
because i smiled too.
part of "LUHA"
cris. jan.15, 1991.
I wonder what happened to that dream. I can still feel that desire. To seek a way to help, to find a chance - to feel more ---I dont know, human. All the homeless people. All the orphans. All the young and dying, the old and aging. Their pains should be OUR pains, too. Shouldn't it?
Aren't they US? Aren't we THEM?
Let me share this most beautiful song called PARAISO. Which is strange, in a way. Because like the title of the song, which i think , can be understood in all languages, so should the very words BEING HUMAN.
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