I write stories about my daily life...how it is like to live among the Dutch and how I look at their culture and society. It is not the ultimate truth, but a glimpse of what a Filipina migrant perceives as "the truth" ..... Nothing serious. Just an observation. A figment of my wild imagination. My own concoction. My hutspot.
Today´s temperature was 38 degrees celsius. I was sweating like an Amish farmer plowing a field of 50 hectares with a horse. To think that I was barely moving and was just reading a book. But I'm not complaining. I like it here when it's hot! hahahahaha
Everybody is blaming global warming/cooling for the climate change. I am not so sure. I just know that for every action is a reaction. You cut a tree, you have less shade. You switch on all your appliances, the temperature will rise. You use an abanico (a fan made of anahaw leaves native to the Philippines), you save energy! hahahahahaha
So next time you plan on chopping down that Kamagong tree that obstructs your glorious view of your neighbor's living room, think again and try to remember Kilmer´s TREES.
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed Against the sweet earth's flowing breast A tree that looks at God all day And lifts her leafy arms to pray A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair
Upon whose bosom snow has lain Who intimately lives with rain Poems are made by fools like me But only God can make a tree.