One of the priceless gifts I received is a painter’s palette. It was given by Joey Velasco sometime last year before he died. It’s a
Many people know that I am Grobanian by my musical heart. It’s not only the voice but also the type of music and lyrics that
Listen to the rain as they fallSound like tears in the windThey all fade Freezing and burning, passing byThe cold touch of soft breezeI am
Just this morning, Bro. Marc Will handed me a book on St. Francis of Sales with a bookmark on a chapter on friendship. I was
When the Maguindanao massacre happened November last year, I was then in General Santos City giving a retreat to the students of Notre Dame, Tulunan.
In the 1920’s, Mexico was under the rule of an anti-clerical and anti-catholic President Plutarco Calles. He began to fiercely persecute the Church of Mexico
JESUS FLEVIT For you they fall, falling down to earth Tears that sing my sorrow, sorrow for your worth For you failed to see the
Thanks for passing by, I had a good timeThanks for passing by, I found my lightFor truths that hurt, for kindness rhymedAnd winds that blew
I fell in love. Yes I did, with my current treatise in Philosophy, Metaphysics. It spoke for me of the wonder of being. This morning,
Naghandum ko nga makab-ot kaApan mabuhat ko ang paghandum raAng kamingaw misuksok sa ‘kong kaunuranKalag ko mikurog sa bugnaw nga Amihan Kamot ko mipaling-paling sa