Você procurou por: ormoc (Tagalo - Inglês)

ormoc
ormoc

alamat ng ormoc
ormoc legend

ang alamat ng ormoc
ang alamat ng ormoc

historycal mga lugar sa ormoc city
historycal places in ormoc city

ok lang umuwi ako ng ormoc 3:30pm
how was yesterday

ok na po na pirmahan na ni mayor. kuha nalang ako fire clearance tapos ormoc na para sa connection
ok na po ang permit sir na pirmahan na. punta ako ngayon sa fore station kuha ako ng clearance pagkatpos sa ormoc na para sa connection. translate to englis

ormoc, tatlong taon pagkatapos ng baha hindi sa iyong lumang pangalan na hinarap ko sa iyo, hindi, hindi ng dumaan ka nang nakatira sa gitna namin
not by your old name i address you, no, not by the one you went by when living in the midst, mamang, name that kept you bound to cradle, washtub, sink stove and still your back bent and all your singing caked into silence, your dreaming crushed like fishbones in the traffic of daily need. your own name, then. amina. cold letters etched on stone in ormoc's graveyard hill, the syllables gliding still all music and glod upon the tongue of memory. amina. back here, no news you'd like to hear, or that you wouldn't know: one day at noon, in a year of war and famine, of volcanoes bursting and earthquakes shaking the ground we stood on, floodwaters broke the mountains. our city drowned in an hour's rampage. but you've gone ahead to this hill earlier, three years, you weren't there to witness what we had to do among the leavings of the water, mud, rubble, debris, countless bodies littering the streets-- your husband among them, a son, his wife, their children--how in a panic, we pried and scraped and shoveled from the ooze what had once been beloved, crammed them coffinless without ritual without tears into the maw of earth beside you up on that hill. amina, what have the angels to say of that gross outrage? you must know i keep my own name, times, i feel myself free to chosse the words of my singing, though in my own woman's voice, cracked with too much laughter, or anger, or tears, who's to listen, i don't know, admitting as i do no traffics with angels. i htink of your beauty fading and this, what's left for a daughter to touch-- your namestone mute among the grass greensinging, your name i raise to the wind like a prayer. if you hear it among the lift and fall of angel wings, oh please send word somehow. please let me know, have they given you back your voice?safe among the angels, what can a woman sing?

maka ingun kag namayot ko jamyca pajariill og wala ka na spoil sa akong sweldo sauna while nag trabaho pako sa greenwich ormoc robinson onya online class pa to nga time witness akong mga kauban sa trabaho ana. kana unta imo huna-hunaon kung onsa manarbaho onya ingnaon rako nimo ana
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