your first love, I now know

is a teacher for your life

a mentor who forbode

the coming ailments of time

he taught me what to look at

and taught me to be seen

life was a light, loving spat

a never-ending game of nim

though he was mathematical

he brought me up in art

his power and erotic force

made me his muse of heart

our passion came from words

a chaste tender conquest

we were free adoring birds

who’d never shared a nest

And like two grains of sand

We’re stuck on the hourglass

Time won’t make amends

Cause when you know, you know

When you know, you know

So if you don't know, don't give up

Pacifique, 1970s.

In the forest. A girl in the Palawan society stops for a portrait, Palawan, Philippines.

“Pierre de Vallombreuse follows the life of a small community of the Palawan ethnic group, in the south of the Philippines for more then 30 years. Once isolated, The Valley and its inhabitants, whose language he speaks, have seen the outside world invite themselves into their lives creating profound upheavals…”

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