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9/1/2015

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Naa na ko sa tunga tunga sa 
akong artikulo dihang 
miabot siya,
nagpahiyom samtang
nangutana kung gusto
ko'ng mosayaw kauban niya.

Sa walay pagduha duha
nibarog ko, giisa ang 
akong kamot ug gitanyag 
kini kaniya.

May nitugtog ug hinay nga
awit, samtang
kining lawak, nahimong 
hardin nga daw misidlak
ilalom sa labing maanyag 
nga bulan.

Apan sa dihang miduko ko,
nakita ko nga buslot diay
akong pajama.

Wala koy tsinelas.
Ug ang alpombre sa salog,

Nganong naa ni dire?
Unsay gibuhat niini dinhi?


—--


I was in the middle of my article
when suddenly he came,
smiling as he asked
if I would like to dance
with him


Without hesitation
I stood up and stretched my
arms to him.


I heard jazz music
in the background. And the room,
it turned into a garden,
glistening under the
prettiest of all moons.


But when I looked down,
I saw the huge tear in my pajamas

I didn’t have slippers on.
And the rug on the floor,


Why is it here?
What is it doing here?

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