Like sand dripping through my fingers I feel you leaving me, slipping through my clasp. Holding on, is futile and senseless The harder I grasp, the more I lose my grip. You were not meant for my han… more →
A Nomad's JourneyS3lv0 wrote 9 months ago: Like sand dripping through my fingers I feel you leaving me, slipping through my clasp. Holding on … more →
S3lv0 wrote 9 months ago: The weather outside is gloomy, it is as if the sky is weeping. Weeping for whom? For the people who … more →
S3lv0 wrote 9 months ago: Last October 10, 2007, fifty-three (53) farmers began a trek, a journey on foot that will take them … more →
Selvo wrote 10 months ago: I was reading Kengkay’s blog this morning. I was inspired by her kwento of the very cultural a … more →
Selvo wrote 10 months ago: Ito ang pinaka-una kong post sa Nomadic Thoughts at ito ang pinakauna kong blog. Dahil gusto kong an … more →
Selvo wrote 10 months ago: Chuckie showed his very impressive work station and tagged me along with others a couple of weeks ba … more →