A Sleeping Child.

A sleeping child, so peaceful and serene… unperturbed by the outside world, somewhat sensing she’s still in her mother’s womb. Those tiny little feet… the delicate fingers, closing and opening… with ears open only to silence. The lips, those eyes … Continue reading

Here ’tis.

I’ve been thinking of putting this up for a long time now…

A Spanish poet.

It sometimes put me to sleep while thinking about it…

Sam, my nephew:one early morning.

Now I won’t wait ‘til reason starts to evade me and ask myself why I didn’t do what I ought to do.

Old ladies of Sagada.

The Ifugaos of Banaue.

I believe I can make it happen, so… here ‘tis.