I realized I shouldn’t patronize Naya. She deserves a simple answer but not a simplistic one. Her courageous act of voicing out her aghast at the realities the film showed her deserved a reply that does not simply try to satisfy with a neatly-packaged response for a child.
the probers were polite – but they were wrong:/i hear the off tone tune, an off-key song.
Tanikala ng pagkaalipin/ay lubusang lagutin;/walang panginoong/nagdidiyos-diyosang/sasambahin!
At once sharp and tender, Bloom provides us an almost comprehensive view of the splendor and struggle, loves and losses, and life and death all cradled together by the valley which all three subjects of the film, at varying points in their lives, called home and taken root in.
The snap polls as suggested may well just/be useless button for a damaged trust.
Ngayon, kandila na/ang nagbabantay sa pangalan niya./At bawat sindi,/ay apoy ng galit/at liwanag ng paglaban.
Pag-aralan natin ang daigdig kasama ang masa/Kung bakit di sapat ang molotov sa lipunang bulok/Pag-aralang sabay kung kanino’t paano dapat itutok/Ang bawat pagsiklab, ang bawat pagsabog.
Ginugutom ninyo/Ang mga bata,/Pinasasakmal/Sa lamig/At tinutupok/Sa init ng araw/Ang mga walang bubong/at dingding.
amusement is created, technique good/such that it adds to language brand of wit/which manifests the obvious mark of brood/of greedy who deserve infernal pit.
Pareparehong kupit ay palipatlipat/Sa pondo ng bayan laging nanlilimas/Ilang sesyon sa badyet, ilang tusong palabas/Sasayaw na ang buwaya at kekendeng kendeng
