man next table is waiting
for wife to be back from whoring
my filipino friend tells me
The filipino economy was at its worst in 1991.when I stopped in
Manila for a three day tour. I was flying back from Tokyo to Malaysia.
It was pitiful to see so much of poverty and so many resorting to the last means to earn a living, selling their body. It was in a cafe that my friend living in Manila told me the man next to our table was waiting for wife to be back from her work, i.e, whoring. I was shocked..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem