Tatlong Tanong

Tatlong tanong at talong sagot na patanong lang sa gabing ito. Tara, maglaro tayo.

Hindi ba nasasaktan ang alon kapag inihahampas niya ng malakas ang kanyang sarili sa dalampasigan?

Malamang masakit, kaso hindi ba iyon ang higit niyang silbi?

Hindi ba talaga pwedeng matukoy ninuman ang hangganan ng bahaghari?

Importante pa bang sagutin ang tanong na yan, kung lubos ka namang naliligayahan sa hatid nitong ganda at kulay?

Kumakanta nga ba ang mga ibon habang lumilipad o ito’y huni lamang ng kanilang kalungkutan?

Naging o nasubukan mo na bang maging isang ibon?

Painted On Blue

First flourished by affection and end with backlash of frustration.

Dean:     You know, just us. Just us.  We got a little girl, we have to think about.

Cindy:   I know. I am thinking about her.

                …

                I can’t do this anymore.

Dean:     Baby, you are just thinking about yourself, how about Frankie?

                You wanted her to grow up in a broken home?

                Is that what you want?

Cindy:  I am thinking about Frankie.

Dean:   You are thinking about Frankie?

                                               

Cindy:  I am thinking about Frankie.

Dean:   No, you are not.

             This is how you want her to grow up?

                                               

Cindy:  I don’t like her to grow up in home with parents treating each other like this.

Dean:     I’m sorry, sorry. I’m sorry.

Cindy:   I can’t do this anymore.

Dean:     I know, I know.

                …

I’m just fighting for my family.

                I don’t know what to do, tell me what to do.

                I don’t know what else to do, tell me what to do.

Cindy:   I don’t know what to do.

Dean:     Tell me how should I be.

Cindy:   I don’t know.

Dean:     Just tell me, I will do it.

                I’ll do it.

Cindy:   I don’t know what to say.

                I’m so sorry, I don’t know what else to do.

Dean:     I’ll do it, I’ll do it. Just tell me.

Cindy:   We’re not good together.

                We’re not good anymore.

                I don’t like how we treat each other.

Dean:     Don’t say that baby, please.

Cindy:   I can’t stop, you can’t stop.

                We can’t stop. I don’t know what else to do.

Dean:     I can stop.

Cindy:   You just got to give me some space.