He is standing in front
a rusty gate.

He is watching the men at work
digging canals in both sides of the road
and reconstructing some portion of camino.

He is standing in front
the sidewalk ways.

He is watching the sidewalk vendors
rushing to and fro
yellings, shoutings
to sell chewing gums, cigarettes,
newspapers, candies and juices
along the queue of cars,
jeepneys, trucks and buses.

He is watching the men at caught
in a traffic jam.

But he seems looking
for a great masterpiece of sagala                                                                                                                  amuse and amaze.

He is smiling in front
the terrible mess
without knowing that,
this is real and will be his reality.