alam kong mukha kang pera
dahil mas gusto mo sa mamera
pag-ibig sa akin iyong binura
lamunin ka sana ng buwaya!
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....