pink gumamelas, blue flowers, birds, a butterfly, heart shaped leaves, an empty jar...interesting painted art. i love it :) pls. click to enlarge... for a much more beautiful take...titled "my favorite things" by the artist, hmn, mine too :)the jar is empty
everything is ready
the full packed earth
with fertilizers and worms
the plants
of pretty flowers of colorful blues
and warm pink gumamelas
everything is ready
now
all in full bloom
but
the jar is empty
brown orange painted
shaped to shine
just
there's no flowers inside
just
there's no plants nor roots inside
nothing
to fill up
the space
nothing
to fill up
the void
of an empty room
of an empty vacuum
just
full of air
filled with empty
wasted space
enclosed
in a beautiful cage
of cold molded darkness...
my favorite things except the empty jar...it should be full soon enough though, my goal this year :) i am an ilocana, i speak ilokano although it's been a long time since my tongue had spoken this language. and i love ilokano songs..."bannatiran" one song that i still can hear in my ears even now, it goes...
Bannatiran ta dutdotmot kalilibnosan
Ta panggepmo dika patuluyan
Suminakan sadi aya't papanam
Sadno bannatiran ania nga kayo ti inka pagdisuan
Daydiay kayo nga agsabong ken ayat
Panawan man
Ay bayawyem ton kamaudianan
No ni liday ti matumpungan
Ania nga sabong ti kayatmo bannatiran
Ta uray awan pilit nga inka isapulan
Ta sika ti sarming nga paganninawan
Iti raniag da init ket bulan
i love it :> yes, i know i said i will lay low in blogging...eventually... i will, laughs. and the translation goes...bannatiran is a fictitious bird, the best of its kind...the singer wants to find this bird the best flower he wants, laughs. funny but good luck :) for it says even there's none the singer will try to find that flower for this bird, laughs. a contradiction...for no one can find anything that doesn't exist...just a waste of time i think. give that bird the ones that you have and let it choose...now if it can't find the one that it wants then let it fly and let him go and let him find it himself what he is looking for...bec. a bird imprisoned is one unhappy bird. you lose your freedom then what will become of you? depressed and sad, of course ...(^_~)...for our lives are like the birds, we should be able to fly and define our own course...it's ours, it's our own to make it happy or not :)
