TANUNGAN, YOU BEGIN

Q. Si Marcel Proust daw, malimit i-associate yung mga kakilala nya sa tao ng kasaysayan, o vice-versa, na para bang lahat ng tao e may kamukha o kahawig (which is probably true). Kung ikaw si Marcelo Pururust, pwede mo bang i-associate ang mga kaibigan mong bloggers sa celebrities?
A. OO bah, magandang tanong yan. Si ghost, kamuka ni Tara Lipinski; si svelterogue parang batang Iris Murdoch; si Toni, no dout, Eva Longoria; si Jet, Lucy Liu; si titorolly kahawig ng pinsan ko who, hold your breath (more so if it's bad, wehehe) ang pangalan e Rolly, although in this case ang celebrity e si titorolls, shempre; si Gwen Bau, hmm, kamukha nung cute na artista nung araw, nakalmutan ko pangalan; si Jobert, hmm, si Haring Zeus; si Belleloved, si JLo (uyy, hihimatayin na yan, inhale exhale inhale exhale); si Schad e si JD Salinger, pareho silang walang mukha.

Q. E ikaw naman, sir?
A. Si Lito Anzures.

Q. In any particular movie?
A. Of course. Ang Pinakamagandang Babae sa Balat ng Lupa.

Q. Totoo?
A. Eng eng engg!
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Bukas magsasalita ako sa isang pagtitipon, gathering na lang para hindi mukhang seryoso, na mayroong kinalaman sa kamay (di po ako manikurista, o masahista ng kamay, o palm reader kaya, o salamangkero kahit pa sabihing cbsmagic kuno) at malamang sa alamang e banggitin ko tong tula ni Boss Margaret Attwood -

YOU BEGIN

You begin this way:
this is your hand,
this is your eye,
that is a fish, blue and flat
on the paper, almost
the shape of an eye.
This is your mouth, this is an O
or a moon, whichever
you like. This is yellow.

Outside the window
is the rain, green
because it is summer, and beyond that
the trees and then the world,
which is round and has only
the colors of these nine crayons.

This is the world, which is fuller
and more difficult to learn that I have said
You are right to smudge it that way
with the red and then
the orange: the world burns.

Once you have learned these words
you will learn that there are more
words than you can ever learn.
The word hand floats above your hand
like a small cloud over a lake.
The word hand anchors
your hand to this table,
your hand is a warm stove
I hold between two words.

This is your hand, these are my hands, this is the world,
which is round but not flat and has more colors
than we can see.

It begins, it has an end,
this is what you will
come back to, this is your hand.