Вы искали: one year of pain and still counting 😢 (Английский - Тагальский)

and still counting
nagbibilang pa

3 years and still counting
3 years and still counting.

and still counting we love each other
at nagbibilang pa

4 bottles and still counting in tagalog
4 bottle and still counting

happy 13th years togetherness and still counting
maligayang ika-13 taong pagsasama at nagbibilang pa rin ng loveyou

3 years and still counting for more years to come
3 years and still counting for more years working with all of you

since 2011 until now. stay strong and still counting
manatiling malakas at nagbibilang pa rin

meaning of pain and suffering
kahulugan ng disit

8 years of love and quarrel and still fighting
quarrel in tagalog

happy one year of admiring you
tuloy tuloy akong paghanga sa iyo

happy 9th monthsary of love mahal ilove you and still counting true love always stay together though everything just a monthsary massage for the most handsome man i ever met .it's but special day happy month of love asawa ko haha anyway no long sweet k massage can express the words the amount of good heart you have inm
happy 9th monthsary of love mahal ilove you and still counting true love always stay together though everything just a monthsary massage for the most handsome man i ever met .it 's but special day happy month of love asawa ko haha anyway no long sweet k massage can express the words the amount of good heart you have inmk

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?
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