The scene is a deserted white sand beach (Sunshine Beach) we visited a few weeks ago in Dinadiawan, Aurora, Philippines. The awesome beach is about an hour north of Baler.
My first visit to the home country after my retirement.
#2018
I doubt, but I hope not to sin I hesitate but cynical I’m not I wish my faith will strengthen And my unbelief be finally forgot!… © F Aparici
Long hair, denim jacket, Frye boo… A Fu Manchu, behind dark green R… No cares, top of the world, indest… Aah! to be young again, no aches n… A mile in less than six, not break…
Today, it appears my world is blac… Yin and yang; utter darkness, bril… No shades of gray, either bliss or… The sadness I will keep; the joy… © F Aparici 05-11-2016
His whole world ended; it was yest… His hopes for tomorrow quickly per… When the love of his life passed a… His dreams, like a thin mist, vani… She’ll always be the lady of his y…
It’s a season of promise that all’… Heaven smiles; yeah! The future’s… All we see, hear, touch! What a d… Nature’s beauty has cast a magical… Sadly, spring will eventually bid…
Sliver of silver Lit the sky at eventide Behind clouds stars hide We admired from here below The beauty of afterglow
It’s time for resolutions Change our lives for the better Give up our nasty habits And slow down the wear and tear Alcohol and cigarettes
Three boys wanted to be famous, on… Knights too; and among all the nic… They set off one Saturday To the hills atop the bay Adventure! the Lost Boys fighting…
mementos all around, unremarkable remembrances of a life, long spent dog-eared pictures, news articles odd souvenirs from places she went… they clutter her room!
Scented love notes he penned for h… Hidden in a book he returned to he… Alas, o’er the years remained unop… That he adores her, she found out… Then high school ended and life in…
Just for Laughs. Or is it? Oh geez! summer’s here A little early this year It’s not even May But look! all the trees are green
Just can’t paint, nor write songs Sadly I take terrible pictures to… But I do the next best thing I write about it, for me and you So, always armed with pen and pape…
He could taste the salt in the air As they walked by the frothy sea It was so cold but they didn’t car… Her face is all that he could see They hugged tightly to keep warm
Kind words are free; offered by th… They edify, they comfort, they beg… But words unkind cut deeper than a… They hurt and destroy even across… Thus, with your words be careful,…
Many friends had he During his time of plenty Now the room’s empty. In his season of trouble Alone in the crucible