Ah yes, I stopped asking and annoying the sun;
"what are his summer plans?"
Rains just started rolling, city thunders are singing;
"what about his homecoming?"
I can't even ask about his day
without subtly saying;
"are you almost on your way?!?"
so much for silent praying.
Ah but I don't care now what he does or where he goes,
the clouds are grey and cold, so is my little nose.
Storms are humming, pacific sun is in hiding, but teasing;
"okay, but I am not the one hiding something..."

When she could bring the sun and fun
after surviving rains and pain,
that’s so tropical!
When she dances with the storms,
sings with the winds and their howls,
that’s so pacific!
When she steps out smelling like the ocean,
smiling, looking like the sunset,
she’s so tropical!
When she writes poetry out of tragedies,
takes lyrics and proses from calamities,
that’s so pacific!
When she smells like coconuts and mangoes
after cutting off people and letting them go,
oh, how tropical!
When she sways along with the palm trees,
instead of sulking down on her knees,
that’s so pacific!
The sun and storms,
the rains and fun,
the dances and the winds,
ah, how tropical!
The oceans, the calamities,
the tragedies, the poetry,
the coconuts, the people,
the mangoes, the palm tress,
so, so, tropical!

Isipin mo
Sasagot ba ako ng “oo”?
“Anong ibig sabihin n’un?”
‘Wag na lang kung ganun.
Kung iisipin mo
“tungkol ba kanino ang mga tulang ito?”,
mag-iisip ka hanggang sa araw ng libing ko.
Kaya’t wag mo nang isipin pa
dahil hindi sasambitin kahit ako’y ibitay,
kahit sunugin pa nila itong mga tula,
silaban man nila pati ang dagat!
Kaya’t wag nang kaliskisan pa
dahil hindi isisiwalat at isasatinig
dahil hindi magkakasya sa mga patinig
lahat ng damdaming nilalaman ng dibdib!

If the capital is at siege and war
oh, surely you are the belle and star,
if the city cries of cannons,
of course, you hum the birdsongs!
If peace seems to be by miles
it’s outshined by your smile,
if deception is paid by coins,
billions would be your toys!
And if the pain of betrayal speaks,
oh dear, I would be praying for weeks,
if curses should be written on paper,
your silence shall then be the traitor!
But if being the angel is key,
but kissing the devil is the way to be,
let me be the exit door for your likes,
I shall be the hell that melts your lies!

Kung ang kapayapaa’y nasa hilaga
at ang sigalot ay nasa timog,
ngunit ikaw ay nasa silangan
at ako nama’y nasa kanluran,
pipiliin kong tumúngo sa hilaga.
Ngunit kung ang puso ko’y nasa karagatan,
at ang iyong kamay ay nasusunog naman,
kung ang aking mga liham ay maging abo
at ang aking mga tula’y itapon sa súpot,
upang mahawakan ang iyong kamay,
handa akong magliyab at masunog.

Si la paz está en el norte
y la guerra en el sur,
pero tú estás en el este
y yo en el oeste,
elegiría ir al norte.
Pero si mi corazón está en el mar
y tu mano está ardiendo,
si mis papeles y cartas son cenizas
y mi poesía está desechada en un saco,
yo quemaría por tocar y tomar tu mano.

If peace is at north
and war is at south,
but you are in the east
and I’m in the west,
I would choose to go north.
But if my heart is at sea
and your hand is on fire,
if my papers and letters are ashes
and my poetry discarded in a sack,
I would burn to touch and take your hand.