Who can forget one's roots
For childhood visions and dreams
Will accompany us to the end
Asingan may now be just a name on a map
Or an address on an envelope...
But years would never cloud the vision of the big acacia trees, in a spot called Paradaan,
Where the barbershop of Opong Fernandez always hummed with life, activity,
discussions among customers waiting for a turn in the barber shop chair..
Maybe to see how the ping pong tournament ended..Or waiting for passengers to step out of a dusty Pantranco which came all the way from who knows where..
The trees are now gone, but the memories will be vivid in the visions of those who stood, sat or just loafed there
watching their childhood days dissapear over the fiery, western horizon...
Victorio Costes-4/24/05
Monday, July 18, 2005
REMEMBERING THE OLD ASINGAN
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