(summer 2001 Carmen, Bohol)
In a row
Mushrooms without stems
Scattered
Not really mushrooms
But bells
Without ropes
Kissing on a giant sand table
Like a chocolate but not
Like a green strawberry
I can’t describe fully what are they
It’s up to the tourist’s eyes
Either
For t-shirt souvenir
Or mailing post card
And for the blind
They are breasts of our mother earth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bay, maayo kaayo pagka sulat. Believe na kaayo ko sa imo. This piece of work is well written in your own way. I think this is better than my own interpretation...do you think so? How about taking a look at my chocolate hills? Thanks and warm regards,