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The Mirror from Transylvania

The Mirror from Transylvania
Ronald Roy  — 13 August 2008

        My deepest gratitude goes to Lean Gallardo, an avid Tribune reader with whom I have interacted by text over the past three years.  Hereunder is the classic poem THE MAN IN THE GLASS by Aurora Borealis, an obvious nom de plume, which Lean sent me with the big hope that “if (people) live by the teachings of the ode, peace, happiness and contentment shall be (theirs) regardless of (their) stations in life.”  Now 75, Lean has lived by the verses as his moral guide all his life, private and government.  I also wish to add that Borealis suggests a poetic way (pun intended) to unite the whole world through personal struggles for perfection.

       In the last verse, I found disturbing a disruption of the iambic tetrameter.  To restore the rhythm and rhyme, I therefore devised the line “using schemes which you’re certain will last.” With my apologies to Borealis and Lean.

THE MAN IN THE GLASS
By Aurora Borealis

When you get what you want
In your struggle for self,
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to a mirror and look at yourself
And see what the man has to say.

For it isn’t your father or mother or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.

Some people may think you’re a
Straight-shooting chum
And call you a wonderful guy,
But the man in the glass says
You’re only a bum
If you can’t look him straight in the eye.

He’s the fellow to please
Never mind all the rest,
For he’s with you clear to the end,
And you’ve passed your most dangerous,
Difficult test,
If the man in the glass is your friend

You may fool the whole world
Down the pathway of years,
Using schemes which you’re certain will last
But your final reward will be heartaches
And tears
‘Cause you’ve cheated the man in the glass.

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        If Gloria knew nothing of vampires, I would anonymously send her a full-length slightly curved mirror with the explanation it was made from the finest glasses ofTransylvania. It would make her look tall and slim, and would carry my inscription: “Gloria dearest, this is a magical mirror. At sundown everyday, your reflection on it shall disappear, but behind its surface is the power of eternal life!” And she would believe these words as they conform to her dementia of everlasting power.

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       Cecile Briones from aQuezon Citypublic elementary school asked me to confirm if “President Arroyo was abroad, nagpapasarap ng buhay sa Olympics, while our country was on the verge of a civil war.  We are prohibited in school from discussing things against the President. My parents who are known to you told me I could talk with you.  My parents and our neighbors say Gloria is a war freak, and will not mind seeing our country go up in flames if this is what it will take for her to stay in power.”

       Well, Cecile, lying ahead is a possible full-blown civil war, Martial Law, a “self-inflicted” coup which will give her a safe haven abroad from where she will continue to govern, a real coup, a patriotic takeover which will institute reforms, a charter change exercise or a revolution – any of which will be very bloody. I don’t wish to scare you, honey, but it’s best to expect the worst.  Blood must spill like it did on the divine cross on calvary!

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        I’ll answer you the best way I can, Carol. I think you have to be generous to your OFW-husband whose plea to use the condom you’ve rejected.  The joy of sex is a right to ask for and a duty to give between spouses.  Marital coitus is as wholesome as it is sacred, ordained as it is for strong and happy unions.  You’re being a bigot, Carol, by saying marital sex is dirty unless it’s resorted to for procreative reasons.  Procreation was the initial – albeit not necessarily the only – purpose of intercourse in the beginning of time.

        The primacy of Adam (your husband) over Eve (yourself) is evident in Genesis which underscores her being but a part of him, when God created her from one of his ribs.  The Creator knew it would be bad for Adam to be alone, so He gave him a mate and companion with whom to initiate the procreative process. Given the pursuit of procreation, the Lord did not consider incest and adultery to be immoral, and when He eventually banned the acts under the Ten Commandments, it was when God must’ve determined world population had already reached levels beyond which burgeoning birthrates would begin to heap economic ravages upon mankind.  May the merciful Lord forgive me if I’m wrong.

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        Other comments:

        Ang yabang naman ni Gilda Pico, Land Bank’s President and CEO.  On the occasion of the bank’s 45th anniversary, she said nothing about the bank’s Board of Directors although she used up a whole newspaper page interviewing herself.  I mean, she really asked the questions and answered them herself.  She forgets the board is higher than her (#3992); Who cares about the gold, silver or bronze, eh Gloria?  Di ba what matters is the nickel?  (Leslie Bocobo); With thousands forced out of their homes and scores dead inMindanao, Gloria’s instant preoccupation was charter change on her arrival. # ¥ @ ! (the sovereign Filipinos); We never look for trouble, kidnap, invade or behead! Go after our Lost Commands.  They’re the ones responsible! (MILF Spokesman Eid Kabalu).

 

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