Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink

Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;

Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink

And rise and sink and rise and sink again;

Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,

Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution’s power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.

edna st. vincent millay
edna st. vincent millay

— Edna St. Vincent Millay (poet)




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mara and the sea…





the sea that connects…

land and diversity.


an electrifying blue sea

with gigantic waves of bursting life-

out to sparkle

out to free

out to conquer…


a girl with vibrant energy

an actress with subtlety…

a carefree, wandering spirit

that loves the sea-



it’s mara and the sea…

a relationship

that’s here




(as the words were written: November 8, 2013- by Robert Manuguid Silverio)

mara and the sea: a special connection
mara and the sea: a special connection
mara doing yoga at the beachside
mara doing yoga at the beachside
mara with her dad hiroshi and actor rafael rosell
mara with her dad hiroshi and actor rafael rosell
mara inside a bus in her destination to the sea
mara inside a bus in her destination to the sea
mara and dad playing by the waves
mara and dad playing by the waves
the sea
the sea

mara with dad and stepbro

the lady on the wheelchair





sometimes, your brain functions in a different way…

sometimes, it creates,

sometimes, it dims…

an attic of illusions and dreams?


in a blink of an eye…

she’s gone…

maybe, for eternity.


the brain and the attic are but one.

it’s an “awe”, a feeling

an enchantment…


but as the songs goes,

the lady  on the wheelchair appears when you’re about to say to someone:

“i love you.”



(as the words were written: august 7, 2013- by robert manuguid silverio)






Panahon yun na nagbi-binata na ako…
Lumalakad sa kahabaan ng Recto Avenue…
Naghahanap. Nagmamahal…
Hanggang sa makilala kita..
Kinse anyos lang tayo nun.. Naglalaro, naghahabulan…
muli, sa kahabaan ng Recto Avenue.
Minsan, nagtataguan pa tayo.
At kapag nahuli mo ako, niwe-wrestling mo ako-
ayaw mo akong pakawalan.
Iiyak na lang ako…

Hanggang sa…
Nabalitaan ko…
kinamkam ng mga kapitalista ang hekta-hektarya n’yong lupa sa probinsya.
anak ka kasi ng isang magsasaka…
Nung bumalik ka,
nag-iba ka na..
Ang sabi mo, lalaban ka.
Ang sabi mo, naging matapang ka na.
Pero ang sabi ko, huwag.
Kasi, alam ko, mawawala ka…

Gumawa ka ng isang tula sa akin..
tapos, nanood tayo ng sine…
muli, sa kahabaan ng Recto Avenue.
Naka-uniporme pa tayo ng San Sebastian College.
Tumakas tayo at tumakbo….
Ang title ng pelikula:
“The Other Side Of The Mountain, Part 2″.

Hindi ko alam,
yun na pala
ang huli nating pagkikita.
Hindi ka na pumasok sa eskuwelahan buhat nu’n..
At hindi na kita makita.
Maski ano’ng hanap ko pa.
Wala ka na.

Sa aking alaala, naro’n ka pa.
Salamat sa isang kaibigang taga-showbiz.
narinig ko ang kanta.
Muli, naisip kita.
Kaya heto, para sa ‘yo…
sasabihin ko:
Salamat sa mga ala-ala.
Sa kabilang panig ng bundok- alam ko…
naro’n ka.






–robert manuguid silverio, may,2011.


the star that never left me… (a personal experience by robert manuguid silverio)


For over a month now, it was there. Positioned atop the night skies on my lonely, dark sleeping time… and evenings.

It was stationary.

Sometimes, it was alone amidst the voidness of the clouds. In a vast, empty sky…

It just stood there…

So confidently… so man-like, so brave.

But there were times, too, that others join ‘it’ in the skies, but they were smaller and darker, compared to ‘it’.

It just appeared there outside my room one night, as I opened the backdoor steel grills to look for something at the back of the house. My room’s adjacent to the back lawn, but the angling of my room & its symmetrical view to the sky was something I never knew before. I could see perfectly the skies at night, the moon, THE STARS…

There was something within my room I couldn’t explain. I somehow could feel its alliance to the magnificent objects in the skies…


I first thought, it was an “undentified flying object”. The first time I really noticed it, I couldn’t really believe. I gazed at it for almost an hour. I opened my door so wide and I sat at the bedside of my bed. From that position, I could fully view THE STAR.

Yes, it was a star. I learned later on. The puzzle became solved when ‘it’ suddenly formed itself  in a ‘sculptured-like-sphere’ of a star, and as it shone brightly on me one night.

There were some nights, I just fell asleep watching at it, and I would wake-up seeing the door wide open and the mosquitoes coming-in. But the star was still there, on the center right position angled atop the infinity of the clouds at night. It somehow moved a little in that position at the skies, but it never moved-away… and, sometimes it moved like a “U.F.O.”, too- ‘coz it danced almost like in a circular motion.

Sometimes, it winked, too. It twinkled on & off, playing like a child with those ‘fellow smaller stars’ in the skies…

It was, what they called “The Christmas Star”…

That, I also learned later on when I did research on it at Google.Com- about STARS…

“A Christmas Star”, I also learned, was formed like a sphere. It got arrows…

But as my broken foot got to be easier to walk with and my past longtime friends just kept on coming back,  new inspirations also  suddenly appeared in my life…

And I forgot about the STAR. I forgot about looking at ‘it’ every night from the backdoor of my room…

I somehow pretended to be mad at ‘it’. Ignoring its presence every night. As I did  uttered the word “WHY?”- ‘why’ it sometimes  left. Why sometimes, I couldn’t see ‘it’ in the skies…

Maybe, I wanted the star to go already. So the star could have its own life in the skies.

Until  one night, it just disappeared upon the view of my room… And I thought, forever.

I was already confident about my own individuality the past weeks.

I wanted to be the  ‘star’  of my own life. And I asked support from friends…

But many painful experiences came in my way after that. So painful, I couldn’t bear it. The ridicules. The bellittlements. The bad judgements & accusations…

“Just because I am poor?”, I seldom asked to myself.

It took more than a month for me to had felt that way…

I always  ended-up feeling so bad and I just stayed home most of the time.

Then came one day, just almost a week ago…

As I opened the door of my room leading to the back space of our house, I suddenly saw the “star” again. It was so full, blooming so brightly in the sky! And it was shaped again like a U.F.O.

And I cried. I was seeing it entirely in a different way now!… And yes, the star came back!

I guessed, it never really left me. It just hid itself.

I gazed at ‘it’ again, at the STAR,  for a very long time.

And I felt the greatest comfort I had never felt in my entire life….

When I woke-up in the next morning after that night when I saw back the STAR, my parents were smiling at the dining area. My sister was there, too, and she  was not mad at me…. We all talked while we had our breakfast that morning. It was a good feeling, a good start of the day…

I went back to my room feeling so happy and smiling. I was looking for something…

Then, I saw a poster of a star, smiling back at me.



words by robert manuguid silverio (written: november 19, 2012)

everlasting love!




One night a man had a dream. He dreamed
he was walking along the beach with the LORD.

Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene he noticed two sets of
footprints in the sand: one belonging
to him, and the other to the LORD.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.

He noticed that many times along the path of
his life there was only one set of footprints.

He also noticed that it happened at the very
lowest and saddest times in his life.

This really bothered him and he
questioned the LORD about it:

“LORD, you said that once I decided to follow
you, you’d walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most
troublesome times in my life,
there is only one set of footprints.
I don’t understand why when
I needed you most you would leave me.”

The LORD replied:

“My son, my precious child,
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you.”

 written by Carolyn Joyce Carty


“in another life”… a poem by robert manuguid silverio



(a poem by robert manuguid silverio)



i’ve never even met you…

but i could always feel your fragnance.


i’ve never even glanced at you

in this wakeful life…

but i could always touch you.


in another life,

i could be a man

and love her, too…


just the way you have loved her…


just the way she has seen you

or touched you…


in another life,

i could be a girl

and fall for a man…


the way you have fallen

for her.


in another life,

we could




a poem by robert manuguid silverio (sept. 5, 2012)


a balloon that will reach the heavens…

till we reach the sky.

they say that love is letting go…

that, if you love someone, set that person free…

and, if it comes back, it’s yours.

if it doesn’t, it never was.

life has hidden meanings

yet to be discovered.

questions that remains unanswered.

mysteries left to be solved…

i will write a letter to God

i hope He will read it…

i will paste it on a balloon…

and i will let that balloon fly up the air

carried by the winds

sheltered by the skies.

and i know,

my message will reach far beneath the heavens.

and land on HIS loving arms….

a balloon that will reach the heavens

a feeling that will conquer the eternities.

a love that will last


words by robert manuguid silverio

the brown franciscan… (and words of thoughts for the coming holy week) by robert manuguid silverio


i am a brown franciscan…

son of the earth, servant of truth…

of love,


and humble tasks.

i am a brown franciscan…

a memory kept in my mind

of my ‘not-forgotten’ highschool days…

which i escaped

which i still cherish

up to this day.

i am a brown franciscan…

and they may call me a beggar

or other words of ridicules..

but i simply want to show them

my heart.

if it’s a miracle

brought to me by the wind

by the sun

and the moon…

i will embrace him

till the day i die…

i am a brown franciscan…

and i love life

i talk to the trees

and other gentle but humble

creatures of God.

the joy of my long-forgotten youth

that somehow came back to life


i am a brown franciscan…

and they say,

when love lays beside you at night,

you become


different person,


new person.

so help me GOD.

jesus christ’s sufferings

in this coming Holy Week

be not


to VAIN.

reflections by robert manuguid silverio

i’ll follow the sun…


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when i was walking down the street,

i felt the sun.

the rays penetrated my skin…

the heat sent me on a daze.

but i felt happy,

i felt good…

i saw the skies so clearly…

the clouds that moved

and watched me wherever i go.

i’ll follow the sun…

i know somehow that..

it will burn

me up

and the passion

will rage

on everylivingmind…


i’ll follow the sun.

i will dance with the earth,

play with the melody…

listen to the heavens

inside a room…

upon a bridge…

amidst a silver lining-

and towards




i will recite

a silent prayer

of  St. Francis de Assisi.

recall my youthful days at LSM.


i see…

LSM with LSGH…

a green and dashing sparkling

color of green.

that dances with


brown memory

of a Franciscan spirit.

the sun

will embrace



and our lives

will go on…


by robert manuguid silverio

feb. 25, 2012