Jaeger
I was born… … in Sibuyan Island, On a warm, windy Wednesday evening. The Chicks clucked, cheeped, and crowed. Cicadas pulsated to crescendo.
Glimpses On Life & Music.
Memoirs and songs.
Memoirs and songs.
I was born… … in Sibuyan Island, On a warm, windy Wednesday evening. The Chicks clucked, cheeped, and crowed. Cicadas pulsated to crescendo.
The sun was rising behind the thin outlines of Mt. Guiting-Guiting. The panorama of the mountain stood tall above the stillness of sea and clouds. In the villages below, roofs made of galvanized sheets and thatches of nipa started to appear. The soft breeze swayed […]
Memoir
