PIT SENYOR KANATONG TANAN!!!
Naghinaot ko nga mga magmalipayon kita sa pagsaulog sa Sinulog!
Unta atong hinumduman nga ang SINULOG dili lang sa pagsadja kung dili
sa pagpaambit sa pulong og gugma sa atong mahal nga si
Sto. Nino de Cebu.
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" i live to write, love and die..."
"... not just a shelter for butterflies but an abode where LIFE springs a metamorphosis of pastels..."
"... not just a shelter for butterflies but an abode where LIFE springs a metamorphosis of pastels..."
Metamorphosis
a reason to smile
" i live to write, love and die..."
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- if there is none my lips could speak, then that is the time my hands begin to write. In him alone i write nothing but a loving surrender.,
when change makes a difference
At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue: Tomorrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.
John Milton (1608 - 1674)
English writer.
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