Manila, my Manila
The dirt, grime, traffic, noise, smell... My history, my Manila.Call it what you want, look at it through a bigots' eyes. I don't care what you say, I still love the chaos reflected in the murky waters of the Pasig River and the esteros clogged with garbage. I will never abandon my love for you because you are all that I have. Every time I see you I fall in love again with your savagery. I am amour-ed by the secrets you show me in your dark alleyways. Mine to keep for always. (November 28, 2009)
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