Salvador Dalí
Óleo sobre lienzo , de 167 x 268 cm. Compuesto en 1955
Surrealismo
En la Nacional Galery de Washington D.C.
____________________________________ Ana Belén GARCIA NAVEROS
Some hearts will break by May. Others will bloom. But right now, in the middle of April—with the electric fans on full blast, the mangoes ripe for picking, and the sound of karaoke drifting from every other house—I’m just grateful to be in a country where love is always in season.
It’s that strange week of April again. The sun is punishing, the jasmine flowers (sampaguita) are wilting by noon, and yet—there’s something electric in the air. Maybe it’s the countdown to summer flings. Maybe it’s because Holy Week just passed, and after all that reflection, our hearts are either bruised clean or ready to sin again. Filipina Sex Diary - April
April 15, 2026 Manila Heat – 34°C, but my chest feels like a typhoon Some hearts will break by May
He’ll leave. I’ll write a cryptic Facebook status with a Lana Del Rey lyric. By May, I’ll be eating mango float alone. But right now, in the sticky, sweaty, beautiful chaos of April—I’m still replying to his “Good morning, gorgeous” texts. Storyline #2: My Best Friend’s “Paano Kung Sila Na Talaga?” It’s that strange week of April again