Following his painting Β 'A Tale of a Love Forbidden' which sold $80 million at Sotheby's auction, Angelov Dieguez recently became the world's most expensive artist to date.
Have you finally proved that God exists? How was He when you met Him? How did you feel? Did He already threw you out before you could have even met Him?
"Tanginang Spanish 'to. Dios mio!" reklamo ni Angelov at inisang bagsak ang libro sa damuhan. Umupo siya sa tabi at pinulot iyon. "Joke lang. Mahal 'to," aniya at hinimas ang libro, tinatanggalan ng damo.
I can see you sitting at the edge of your bed, waiting in your unwonted patience. I could hear your "Sammie" on me, and I smiled, remembering how I love it when my name leaves your lips, only to return in the curves and hard lines of your solace through the pull of your kiss.
A world that most of us deemed as unfair. While the punishment for the sinners are still yet to come, sooner, even worse than loss of life since death is the end. And the damnation for those who sin should never have an ending.
Dahil kung hindi ko kaya maging matapang. Kung palagi na lang akong magtatago. Kung darating man ang panahon na kailangan kitang ipaglaban, magtatago na lang din ba ako?
There is something really about him that I couldn't explain and it bothers me to the core. Something that pulls, tempts and... makes me waste and gamble everything for him up until the remains of my fire's last blinking flame regardless of my warped sanity.
How many more of these do I have to endure before a decision comes to light to push myself to justice, as well as allow myself to get pushed into my desired life?
Catching the reluctance in my face, he forced a lift on one side of his lips. It made me think that whatever emotion his heart has been filled with in the moment, either blissful or enthused, his smiles just always reflects the torture inside him.
I felt the urge of my kindness for I know how it feels to be at the receiving end of unkindness. I know how it feels to be maltreated the way I abused myself with the endless self doubts and incessant thoughts of my life's end.
One last time, I will lay my heart in the beating chest of grief. This is the night, the very last night I will caress the soft cheeks of nostalgia as it blushes at the mere touch of my palms before I move my face close for the last goodnight kiss.
To acknowledge my strength when I am gripped by the sense of fulfillment because I know it deep within that I've created something I could consider as great.