Engkantada – 1
Part 3 of Escape from Trapped in the Engkanto’s Realm “It’s my turn isn’t it?” Cirilo looks at me expectantly. “Yeah,” I reply. Cirilo and I swap stories to
Wak-wak (Aklan)
As I was walking home alone I saw a woman who made no sound My breath was heavy as stone When I saw her feet not touch the ground