la dernière ligne est un anagrame, vous idiot.
Both of us are just sitting in a street corner, in the middle of the night.
"What are you thinking?" says Sunshine, the guy I have been pining after for months now.
"Nothing," I say.
He takes a puff from his yosi.
"Si Pumpkin pa rin ba iniisip mo?" he asks, scrutinizing me with his small eyes.
"Ngek. Hindi no." I punch his arm, "Over na ako dun, though some might have a hard time believing that."
"Lakas rin ng tama mo dun sa mokong na yun no?" he asks while blowing out smoke from his pink soft lips. Haaaay.
"Oo... thank God na-over din ako," I respond, nervous at the chosen topic.
"Over ka na ba talaga?" he asks, looking at me sternly again.
"Oo naman," I reply a bit annoyed, "Why do people keep asking me that?"
"Because before he was all you could talk about," Sunshine explained.
"I stopped, didn't I?" I ask him in turn.
"Yeah, I guess you did," Sushine admitted, "you stopped talking about him all of a sudden. So I guess you really are over him."
"I really am," I say.
Sunshine takes a puff again. "Are you in love with someone else?" he asks softly.
I take a long time before answering him, "I love a jaguar's blade."
"Huh?" Sunshine's confused.
"Nothing..." I say, laughing a little.
"A jaguar's blade?" he repeats.
"Forget it," I say, lighting another cigarette.
You are a jaguar's blade, I think to myself...
A jaguar's blade...