"If you want to know what people's feeling, hear the song they're listening."
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CLIO
"Everybody loves the things you do
From the way you talk to the way you move
Everybody here is watching you
'Cause you feel like home
You're like a dream come true
But if by chance you're here alone
Can I have a moment before I go?
'Cause I've been by myself all night long
Hoping you're someone I used to know"
"Manang Belen, can you change the radio channel?"
I asked Manang Belen. She was seated in the passenger's seat while I'm at the backseat of the car.
"It's Adele, don't you like her?" She asked but still reached the buttons to check out a different radio station.
I just smiled. It is a sad song.
"You look like a movie, you sound like a song.
My God, this reminds me of when we were young.
Let me photograph you in this light, in case it is the last time
That we might be exactly like we were, before we realized
We were sad of getting old, it made us restless
It was just like a movie, it was just like a song.."
When we are sober, we enjoy the rhythm. But when we are somber, we feel its lyrics.
I turned my gaze to the window. Its early morning and we are on our way to Amier La Vie to continue with our shoot. It is a beautiful morning; the grass is still moist from last night's dew and if I open the window, I might be able to hear the birds singing in the summer air. I did not open mine like other people would. Still feeling tired, I reclined my head in the glass window of the car instead.
'Someday will know', that is the radio.
'You and I are made for love'
Manang Belen is still browsing radio stations. I smiled a little as I close my eyes.
'And she will be love..'
I hear the radio channel switched again, followed by a static sound. That particular song reminds me of him, of us. I opened my eyes and looked out the window. I heard Manang Belen hummed a song I barely recognize.
"Let's listen to the morning news instead." She said, before finally settling to a radio news channel.
"Thanks goodness, you finally made up you mind." That was Mang Gregor, my personal driver who is in the driver seat.
Manang Belen just laughed his comment off. I looked out the window. Along the way are empty rice fields, few farmers had risen early to prepare the soil for the new season that is coming. I kept my eyes on them until our car totally passed over. They look shaggy but comfortable with their selves, tired but happy.
I lean my back against the backseat and closed my eyes again, I' m pretty sure today will be hectic as always. It's tiring.
I tried to listen to the news on the radio. The news said, the summer heat will intensify as the month of April is at hand. And the listeners are advised to stay hydrated and be cautious of potential fires that can be heightened - - -
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KISMET: Into Love
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