Granny Mountain Strong faith can shape the world.It begins by “This mount is huge, like the Grandmother of Mountains”Then it becomes “Granny’s mount watch over us”.And then “Granny’s weaving river for us to live”, “Granny’s here for us”, “Granny’s our[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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A long road ahead When the eye can go far, one can see roads aheadDo you feel discouraged? Such a long way to go!Do you feel enticed? Still a long way to go!There’s only one way to know: walk them[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Batad Climb up the hills, then down the terraces. Between the rice fields, the way is tortuous, yet gorgeous.It’s not because you can see your destination that it’s easy to reach. Oh, and beware of the snakes.Our legs hurts from[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Banaue Their ancestors carved the mountains to grow rice. Digging terrasses, erecting walls, preparing the mud cake, plating, replanting, watering, caring to finally harvesting once a year…Herculean to make, Sisyphean to maintain.Fewer and fewer want to put this kind of[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Trees on the walls With time and water, roots can break the hardest, sturdiest, highest walls. They will find or make the cracks where to grow; And they will grow and push and pull until rocks are falling apart.Sure, human[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Crying Mountains Beyond Mnar’s hills, there’s a valley,Filled with mounts shaped like giant headsFrom their open mouths, from their caved eyes,Crying rivers of fog, rivers of tears, For why? For who? Gods knows. /* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook –[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Another Raguse Another Raguse on another world.The style is the same but the place’s misshaped, twisted, distorted.How would you react if your place of living was mixed all around, the same blocks rearranged differently?Now I’m thinking of hamster in their[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
No more water No more water this year, the river has gone dry. Fish died. Frog fled. Moss covers the pebbles. Reeds and lilies are replaced by grass and ferns. The trees are ok, for now. There’s still plenty of[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Street’s story Today’s sky is grey, dull and cold. The last days were unusually warm, and little buds sprouted on the highest part of the plane. Across the street, beyond the gardens, the cypress from the cemetery are ghosts, barely[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Dreams of the surface I’m dreaming of the world above. I see them, crawling, suffering.How can they bear this giant glowing eye that burns the skin?They’re stuck here, unable to move up further, surely because of this eye.And yet, when[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…