Once When I Visited Uncle Santo

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Spending a night out at sea is a magical experience, an opportunity to appreciate the fish below and stars above.

Do you still go fishing?

Not anymore. I do not have my boat;

The sea swallowed it
In the last storm.

Don’t you miss the sea, Tata?

It has been ages
Since I visited the sea.
I like to spend my time here
In this old boat,
My bed.
For when I cast a line
So many stars
So much fish come
Circling
Under the water where I row.

‘Once When I Visited Uncle Santo’ is a Waray poem translated into English.

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