Elemento

This photo was shoot on September 3rd, 2011 Photowalk together with the Photo Artists League of Iloilo, Inc.

Model: Jean Cabrera

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Church of Santo Tomas de Villanueva

The church of Santo Tomas de Villanueva is one of the World Heritage Sites declared by UNESCO in the Philippines.

This photo won 8th Place in the 33rd PALI Photo Tilt in Summer of 2011.

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Ambakan Falls

Ambakan Falls is located in Municapality of Jordan, Island Province of Guimaras, in Western Visayas Region

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Northern Iloilo 2010 Adventure

The 6AM sunrise at Carles (Iloilo) going to Gigantes Islands. This photo was taken during the outreach program of the Master in Public Governance (Batch 2011) of West Visayas State University.

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Vandalism

"Vandalism"

Location: Under the Guimbal Bridge (Iloilo)
Date: February 2011

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Hala Bira! Viva!

Tribu Bola Bola of the Iloilo National High School during the 2011 Dinagyang Festival of Iloilo City.

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Mother and Child

This photo of a woman carrying her child is one of the scenes, at Santo Tomas de Villanueva Parist in Miag-ao, Iloilo, Philippines, after the Holy Sunday mass.

The church is one of the declared World Heritage Sites of UNESCO in the Philippines.

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WE Must be Dreaming

we call ourselves mature, where we actually act like more than a kid;
we call ourselves professionals, where we behave as if we haven't stepped in grade school doorsteps;
we call ourselves a friend to many, where in fact we are one of the enemies.

we believe we're good, but failed to realize we have done nothing that is great;
we believe we're doing the right thing, but never have known what the policies are;
we believe we're following the right path, but do not understand where we're going to.

we have faith in ourselves to lead, but no one wants to follow;
we have faith in ourselves to say nothing but the truth, but our words become a lie;
we have faith in ourselves to reach the point, but got lost at the middle.

we think we're settled while solutions are yet to be formulated;
we think we're done, while we are still hardly to take the first step;
we think we can win the battle, unarmed.

WE may be holy but living in hypocrisy. /written by reymund b. flores. copyright 2011

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Reflection

Am I thinking the right thing
Someone has remember my name
Is somebody hoping I'll call
Or do I really matter at all

How I wish I can wake up when someone will call
If it matters at all
I will ever be the same
Is this feeling for insane


I never had the idea 'bout feelings
But still I can feel the comforting hands touchin'
If in doubt in the beginning
Just give yourself the freedom for thinking

Is this love that I'm feelin'
I'm having hard time to let go
Got no other way to hide
The emotions I feel inside

I'll just let it show

How could I be the man of my dreams
I was caught and surprised
When I looked at your eyes, I saw me /written by reymund b. flores. copyright 2011

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Lines to Heaven

time strikes between one and two like rhythm and blues
a reminder to life, days are unfolding through
we need to taste each moment like there's no more tomorrow;
that's what it means, maybe, to me and to others too

the billowing waves kneel before the rocks - ruins of fortress, remains of the past
in the enormous silver and golden beauty of the sky, emotions where casts
filters of bladed ray from up high carefully fading
embracing the tides, temperature has risen

alone in the dark, wrapped by winds
listening to the whispers and tender laughter of passers
mind's travelling - another journey, novel, new phase
over the misty mountains confronting my mind

a comfy warm breeze joyfully blows over my entire humanity.
free, at last, to proclaim under the wondrous midnight blue sea.
i reached my peak, im mightier than anybody
no more turning-backs the golden sun is rising

born to freedom, i'm bare with open arms. /written by reymund b. flores. copyright 2011

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To the Pilgrims

When Nature starts to Speak;
weaving dreams failed to fit us in
clouds dancing in repeated scheme
with so many things required we're tired
life's a mere routine, repeated in time again

passing through footsteps made by somebody
that sparkling lights in the sky will soon say goodbye
it's another day - what's new? still in the same way
does our lives mean something amongst the things living?

try to follow what your heart calls for you
dance to the silent rhythm within
for you to find a place
and land into a place, destined to you, not for someone else

each shall take his steps, but how can we decide
which way to go, do we need a guide?
or we will wait for a star and give as the light
to find our dream, the greatest dream of our very life

when the road i take bends, i don't know what to find
will i be meeting a friend or ghosts at the crossroads of time
or shall i be surprised that someone has been with me to guide
giving me direction in disguise


you are the voice that echoes in my dreams
why don't i follow you as you call me within
to find my place - reserved for me, not for anybody else /written by reymund b. flores. copyright 2011

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Midnight Poet

The dark night covered the Earth
Humans are at rest
Supermoon has risen
Walls left unspoken

Another day has closed
New dimension opens
Stories slowly unfolding
The myths of the night, carefully told

In heaven he looked up
Watching the sparks of stardust above
Longing for Nyx to appear
And answer his prayer

In the air he whispers
Addressing the deities he says
'With your powers and might,
Show to me the world's beauty and delight.'

And the cold wind caresses him
Lift him up and show the best Gift Divine
With what he saw he can never define
It's like an endless view of colors, with music and rhymes

About to cross the horizon
He losses his vision
And bid farewell to the moon
The clock started ringing; It's already 1AM /written by reymund b. flores. copyright 2011

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Breaking the Silence

The sun rises in the east;
As the sweet scent of the morning breeze kisses everyone's lips
Stories are told, but the vast lands of countryside has no voice,
Nothing you can hear, no more.

The birds are flying.
Boars are wand'ring;
Looking for food - captivating and mouth watering.
No voice, all in complete silence.

The city sleeps,
unusual day, unusual moment
Far from previous days;
Totally different.

Kids are hungry crying,
Homeless has no direction.
Victims of injustice are sealed;
Culprits in denial.

But you can hear nothing
No one says anything
No Voice;
All in complete silence.

With dignity a kid stood up
Life's realities were expressed
Everything was told
The hours stopped, his voice's echoed.

The boy awakened the silent voices,
Those who were mute and asleep.
Breaking their Silence,
It's unsual day, unusual from previous days; totally different. /written by reymund b. flores. copyright 2011

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