5:15 pm | the new phenix
Posted by Paurong sa Huwebes, Abril 6, 2006
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh.”
–William Shakespeare’s Most Excellent and Lamentable Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, Act 5 Scene 3
Thirty days passed so quickly that I haven’t even noticed that the change must happen right now. It would go on with the flow of the changes that occured since the door of this month opened with a big arms for me. Thirty days ago, the blue fire sparked its beginning with a loud bang assuming that the phoenix will feel the happiness he is yearning for for a long time. There must be a tangible change. And one of those changes includes this. Please welcome the brand new Manuel that changed ever since Dust came to his life. Welcome to my newest world wherein I will paint every little moment spent: the anxiety, the jauntiness, the sorrowness, and the pain will all be painted incessantly. The sparks of the blue fire had rested already. But the phenix itself, as based from ancient mythology, burns itself to death on a pyre and from whose ashes another phenix arises. The blue fire sparked yet it burned; and from that pile of woods which is my grudges intensified by miserable bait, arises the new phenix. And this is his rebirth.