Boyhood

Nestor Felix
By Nestor Felix

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The Santol Trees bear sweet or sour fruits
We climb with our little hands and feet
We always scurry towards the treetops
And look down the world of our ancestors
The Santol Trees flavor the big dreams
We store in our boyhood jars at home

Nestor Felix
Nestor Felix

Nestor Felix worked in the development sector for many years, covering several countries in Asia. Now retired, he contributes commentaries and opinions to the π‘ƒβ„Žπ‘–π‘™π‘–π‘π‘π‘–π‘›π‘’ π·π‘Žπ‘–π‘™π‘¦ πΌπ‘›π‘žπ‘’π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Ÿ (by-lined Nono Felix) and essays to π·π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘™π‘–π‘›π‘’ πΌπ‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘œπ‘›, an online magazine. In the 1970s, 1980s and 1990s, his poems appeared in πΉπ‘œπ‘π‘’π‘  π‘ƒβ„Žπ‘–π‘™π‘–π‘π‘π‘–π‘›π‘’π‘  π‘€π‘Žπ‘”π‘Žπ‘§π‘–π‘›π‘’, π‘†π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘Žπ‘¦ πΌπ‘›π‘žπ‘’π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘€π‘Žπ‘”π‘Žπ‘§π‘–π‘›π‘’, among others. He is a two-time recipient of the π‘ƒβ„Žπ‘–π‘™π‘–π‘π‘π‘–π‘›π‘’π‘  πΊπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘β„Žπ‘–π‘ Salute Award in 2024. Nono lives with his family in San Felipe, Naga City

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