SALGADOS..

us in this journey called life. Metaphor. Juxtaposition. Epiphany. Peripheral visionary. Psycho-acoustics. Oriental mysticism. Musical labyrinth. Emotional resonance.

Nah, just a play of words in the vignette of one mind’s gymnasium that we can get by , though hard to fathom when fixated and associated with the most complicated thesis in the world: the human pieces.

Atop the 64-square-board, it’s not surprising to hear one complaining it’s really difficult to look for sound moves in chess. Though a chessic friend once blurted out it’s even harder to find someone, love someone already put under lock and key.

“When we play chess, ang hirap maghanap ng good move, pero mas lalong mahirap magmahal sa s’yota ng iba,” that was COA guy Atty. Achmad Tomambiling (don’t know where he’s on earth right now, God bless him always) I could only say Amen to his little prayers.

The lonely game we play is very much relatable to human pieces. And there’s no escaping from it.

You fall in love with your ex-girlfriend and the next time around you’re looking for understanding deeper beyond anyone could ever do.

Of course, we love Manny Pacquiao the boxer, but how about the “singer”, the “preacher”, the “PBA cager”, the “action star” and the “politician” in him?

Like my “idol” Oscar Moreno as the mayor, basketball enthusiast and lover boy rolled into one. Like “Felix Leonardo Pacana Lafuente” as the all-time Hemingweed activist, musician, journalist, anti-EJK advocate and the likes.

And, of course, everyone’s favorite hero in this dime-adozen-time—Rodrigo ‘Digong’ Duterte as the foul-mouthed “messiah” who wants to rule and change, if not, exonerate the whole world of the universe with his bloody kind of anticlimactic governance.

Oh half of what I say is meaningless.

Maybe I’m just sad, horny and crazy, I don’t know.

Maybe just maybe oh pretty little baby.

Ah…human pieces!