Tonight I can write the randomest lines

Start time: 8:38 p.m.

I’m composing this work using my phone notes (ToDo app of lenovo A5000) because I’d like my mind to stay active in thinking instead of daydreaming. It’s night time so it’s appropriate to do night dreaming which is for later at home. Silly reason haha.

End: 8:46 p.m.

Start time: 8:48 p.m.

I just arrived at McDo, Concepcion Marikina. I came from Fairview and had attended mass with my lovely girlfriend, Autumn. (Note: If I’m not mistaken, based from my other compositions, I assigned that name to Luisa) Notice that I am including time stamp. That is because it occured to me that I was once a self-proclaimed past-time writer or blogger. And I always wanted to practice my english skills through writing so I wanted to do it again, but time and creativity do not participate with me. Thus, I came up with the idea to allot 30 minutes or even an hour to make something out of anything. So tonight I can write the randomest lines. Does it sound familiar? (Uhh how do you ask readers, ‘does it sound familiar or does it look familiar?) I mean, have you read Pablo Neruda’s Tonight I can write the saddest lines? That was what I thought about when I was starting this. Here’s his beautiful work if you haven’t read it yet:

End time: 9:14pm

Start Time: 10:49 p.m.

Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines – Poem by Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,’The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

Pablo Neruda

Obviously, I went home from McDo first before copy-pasting the work of Pablo Neruda from the given site. Now I’m using a personal computer but I used my phone to copy-paste what I have written in the ToDo app. Again, the title of this blog is taken from Neruda’s work and I’m not sure if I’m the first to use the word ‘randomest’ in a published work. I mean published as in a blog like this. Sorry, I’m killing the English language. Oh well, not much time left, I need to sleep now since I have work tomorrow. Talking about work, I think that would be a good topic to share next blog. So good night!

End time: 10:59 p.m.

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