Tacloban City, Heavily Damaged: 10,000 feared dead, cadavers of ripped children litter on the streets, Ormoc City, Totally Devastated: People are desperate, the streets are infested with terrible hunger, looting is everywhere, The whole city: State with anarchy, Most of the communities on the coastal areas around the Visayas region: Literally wiped out, defaced from the map in a blink of an eye, washed away into the ocean by tsunamis of 15 feet higher, After the apocalyptic deluge of super typhoon Yolanda, sufferings plagued with painful sadness reign, dead mothers hugged by crying children still wet with gushing blood, a confused father carrying the cadaver of his young daughter, whole families uprooted, died in a split second, an old woman eternally searching for her dead sons and daughters, the old man shedding tears before the church’s sacred altar, his mind could not imagine the magnitude of the devastation, an unthinkable natural calamity, such a tragic phenomenon he just experienced in his lifetime.
My heart bleeds while watching these heart breaking news flashed on television, in every corner of the victims’ eyes are unimaginable sufferings beyond human comprehension, not even a poetic thought could find a word to describe the sorrow they are going through, even an artist’s passionate hand finds it hard to portray on canvass the agonies of homelessness, worst than nightmare is that their dreams are swept away by heavy flooding. how depressing to see them trembling under the bitter coldness without clothes.
Even the wrath of nature is terrible, the very nature that we abused for so long, but never loose hope, there will always be calm after the storm, as beautiful rainbow appears after the rain, you’ll never walk alone through your endeavor towards rehabilitation and restoration, in spite of the political scandal of corruption that afflicts our country, the politicians that put us in global shame, the disease that we are trying to cure day by day, but always remember, we are filipinos born with a spoon of resiliency, deep in our hearts are true compassion for others, the spirit of bayanihan still dwells within us, hand in hand we help each other like a one big family, together we stand united, this tragedy will be overcame, and realize that this enemy is just but a small problem to beat. BAYANIHAN
coming from reply of Mr.Gianni to a post in a yahoo article titled "A war amid a Disaster?".
Performed by the award-winning Filipino choir, the San Miguel Master Chorale, with music performed by the San Miguel Philharmonic Orchestra, Paraiso was a song composed by renowned composer Ryan Cayabyab for the Filipino pop group Smokey Mountain. Cayabyab served as musical director and composer for the said group. Known to dress up in ragged clothes to depict the realities of people living in Manila’s garbage dump called with the same name, Smokey Mountain, who originally performed the song, had performed for the United Nations World Summit for Children in New York in 1990 and won the Tokyo Music Festival in 1992. The group later disbanded in 1994, with the singers pursuing their individual careers as actors and singers.
Posting this now, in solidarity with the survivors (not victims) of Super Typhoon Haiyan (Yolanda). Our hearts and prayers go with you in this time of loss and rebuilding.
Paraiso is the Filipino word for Paradise.
Return to a land called Paraiso, a place where a dying river ends. No birds there fly over Paraiso, no space allows them to endure. The smoke that screens the air, the grass that’s never there.
And if I could see a single bird, what a joy. I try to write some words and create a simple song to be heard by the rest of the world.
I live in this land called Paraiso, in a house made of cardboard floors and walls. I learned to be free in Paraiso, free to claim anything I see. Matching rags for my clothes, plastic bags for the cold.
And if empty cans were all I have, what a joy. I never fight to take someone else’s coins and live with fear like the rest of the boys.
Paraiso, help me make a stand.
Paraiso, take me by the hand
Paraiso, make the world understand
that if I could see a single bird, what a joy. This tired and hungry land could expect some truth and hope and respect from the rest of the world.
She said she wanted to get high. He took her to the tallest hill in town. She said that she wanted to stay up all night and drink. He gave her a 12 pack of caffeinated Pepsi and said "drink up." She said that she wanted to shoot herself in the face. He gave her a water gun, put her finger on the trigger, aimed it at her face, and helped her pull the trigger. She said that she wanted to cut herself. He took a polaroid of her, handed it to her along with scissors, and had her cut it up. She said that she wanted to see her blood. He took her to get her ears pierced. She said that she wanted to cry herself to sleep. He had her watch a sad, romantic movie before bed. She said she wanted to be alone. He gave her a name tag that said "My name is: Alone".