Thursday, April 30, 2009

Packing my Things, Tucking my Heart... Europe

5:30 AM

[/] Pen
[/] Ink
[/] A Map of Europe
[/] A fresh roll of parchment
[/] My Comb
[/] Clothes
[/] Pressed
[X] Mother's Consent
[none] Doubts
[TBA] Passport
if (/), You're good to go
if (x), bye bye Europe
if (TBA), [] Check with Jose Mercado, it is with him then
[ ] Goodbyes to my Siblings
[/] Pocket Money
[/] Itinerary for the next 6 months
[XX] Second thoughts?
[/] A message to my mother explaining what I have done
[/] Proof-Read
[/] 100% Sure of not explaining it in person?
[a thousand times] Re-Read
[always] A silent prayer for family's safety and
understanding
[in my heart] Leonor Rivera
[none as of the moment] check for tears


7:45 AM.

[/] Last look at my house
[/, a million] thoughts
[never enough] goodbyes
[definitely] tears

9:00 AM.

[/] Luggage and Things

6:15 PM.

A sparkle on the horizon, I see the moon coming. A Sun's farewell rays to the West, a gloomy salutation of a Disc to the East, the moon. In my town, maybe they are looking at the same moon as I do. Perhaps, no, certainly, my mother and my siblings can see it too. Looking at it, and thinking of me, as I do now... Thinking of them. If instead looking at the same point, our gazes would meet.

6:17 PM.

Cuando en las andas
De los vastos mares
Carria a sepultar
Sus rayos bellos
El Rubio Apolo

My mother would recite so often, I can hear her voice now...

7:00 PM

[/] Luggage and Things
[breaking] My Heart

I can't see the shorelines of my hometown.
'Till we meet again

XOXO,
[x] Jose Protasio
[/] Jose Rizal

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