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<\/figure>\n\n\n\n15 december 2020 <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Loud thunder from the hills<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Recalls to memory Tamala<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When we, pareng Soty, Eddie Potes<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I went hunting for wild chickens<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ended up in hunting sweet pineapples<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Donating our \u201cbaon\u201dof rice and sardines<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And \u201ccarne norte\u201d to a young mother<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Who just gave birth to a baby boy<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On the hills of Tamala, the cries of newly-born<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Become thunder, and the oil lamp light<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Become lightnings in the dark skies<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In exchange for our rice and canned goods<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We have inside our canvass bag of \u201ctalupak\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Boiled \u201ckamotes\u201d and \u201csaging saba\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thus, we came down from the mountain<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Without neither wild chickens nor \u201cbaboy-damo\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But half a dozen sweet pineapples from Tamala<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And a poem written on a notebook from a hill store<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As we trudge the narrow winding path of the hill <\/p>\n\n\n\n
On arrival in town, partook of boiled \u201ckamotes\u201d and \u201csaging<\/p>\n\n\n\n
While sitting on the grassy ground of town school<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not under starry night but under spreading branches<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of century old acacia tree at the school ground<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Singing \u201cTrue, True Happiness\u201d will follow<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If only you would follow me, while she strumming<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A ukulele until time for each one of us to go home sleepy<\/p>\n\n\n\n
While the black Tamala at the foothills of Sierra Madre<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Stand still under a moonless but starry night <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Suddenly under the infinite meadows of heaven, night now silent<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Was it my Dammerung or \u201cBukang-Liwayway\u201d? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I hear no answer for \u201cMister Sandman\u201d had already came <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Putting me to sound sleep on my soft comfortable bed. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
(Unchained Memories) by rudy a arizala 15 december 2020 Loud thunder from the hills Recalls to memory Tamala When we, pareng Soty, Eddie Potes And I went hunting for wild chickens Ended up in hunting sweet pineapples Donating our \u201cbaon\u201dof rice and sardines And \u201ccarne norte\u201d to a young mother Who just gave birth to a baby boy On the hills of Tamala, the cries of newly-born Become…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[50],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-646","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-reflections","category-50","description-off"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/infanta.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/646","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/infanta.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/infanta.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/infanta.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/infanta.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=646"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/infanta.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/646\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":650,"href":"https:\/\/infanta.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/646\/revisions\/650"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/infanta.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=646"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/infanta.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=646"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/infanta.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=646"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}