All men have the stars but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they are wealth. But all these stars are silent. You—you alone—will have the stars as no one else has them. - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Sarah Aquino All works composed by Sarah Aquino unless otherwise stated. About / ArchiveTumblr (3.0; @secondorderstories)http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/<a href="http://considero.tumblr.com">Time to be Wendy. Click here to check out my new blog!</a>http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/8118026899http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/8118026899Wed, 27 Jul 2011 13:19:00 +0800<a href="http://considero.tumblr.com/post/5298861135">With the stars silently: Rain</a>: <p><a href="http://considero.tumblr.com/post/5298861135">considero</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>The rain came on the 8th day of May. I came to remember how, when I was younger, it would bring me home. It did not matter where I was or who I was with; as soon as I inhaled of its trace, it always brought me comfort. I knew when it was going to rain, when the cool, damp wind would skim through…</p> </blockquote>http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/5298889285http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/5298889285Sun, 08 May 2011 16:04:09 +0800<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhhwltYXkN1qg5f3to1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>The night may have no stars, but walk on</p> <p>Sharpie on glossy paper + The Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh</p> <p>3.4.2011</p>http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3623630177http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3623630177Fri, 04 Mar 2011 03:24:18 +0800drawingssketchesThe Starry NightVincent van Gogh<iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_3623346238" src="http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3623346238/audio_player_iframe/secondorderstories/tumblr_lhhwyaHhNl1qg5f3t?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fsecondorderstories%2F3623346238%2Ftumblr_lhhwyaHhNl1qg5f3t" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="169"></iframe><br/><br/><p>Go where you want to go</p> <p>Be what you want to be</p> <p>If you ever turn around, you’ll see me</p>http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3623346238http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3623346238Fri, 04 Mar 2011 03:03:00 +0800The WeepiesCan't Go Back NowHideaway<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhhvwkeCrd1qg5f3to1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><span><strong>Jardin des Tuileries, Paris 9.5.2010</strong></span></p>http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3623278261http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3623278261Fri, 04 Mar 2011 02:58:59 +0800Jardin des TuileriesParisstatuessculpturesEuropeFrance<iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_3614556957" src="http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3614556957/audio_player_iframe/secondorderstories/tumblr_lhgs22THx21qg5f3t?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fsecondorderstories%2F3614556957%2Ftumblr_lhgs22THx21qg5f3t" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="169"></iframe><br/><br/>http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3614556957http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3614556957Thu, 03 Mar 2011 12:22:00 +0800PhoenixRomeWolfgang Amadeus Phoenix<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhfsdkARSa1qg5f3to1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>Andoy</p> <p>La Sagrada Família, Barcelona 11.10.2010</p> <p><span><strong><br/></strong></span></p>http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3601279134http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3601279134Wed, 02 Mar 2011 23:41:37 +0800Sagrada FamiliaBarcelonaSpainEuropelightsstained glass<iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_3584972159" src="http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3584972159/audio_player_iframe/secondorderstories/tumblr_lhe5tvNt5w1qg5f3t?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fsecondorderstories%2F3584972159%2Ftumblr_lhe5tvNt5w1qg5f3t" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="169"></iframe><br/><br/><p>When all you do is wrong</p> <p>When all you feel is wrong</p> <p>If I could dream away</p>http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3584972159http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3584972159Wed, 02 Mar 2011 02:29:58 +0800The Mary OnettesLost<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhc2jrQb5J1qg5f3to1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>And even so, still with a clean pair of eyes</p> <p>Musée du Louvre, Paris 12.22.2010</p>http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3564282322http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3564282322Mon, 28 Feb 2011 23:20:03 +0800LouvreParispinwheelsramblingsFranceEurope<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lha8maPY6R1qg5f3to1_r3_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>As means to reconcile</p> <p>Watercolour and pencil on paper + photo of La Seine from 12.22.2010 + photoshop</p> <p>2.28.2011</p>http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3546604551http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3546604551Mon, 28 Feb 2011 01:31:00 +0800collagesketchespaintingsdrawingsSeine RivermoonramblingsParisFranceEurope<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh8o83qc7U1qg5f3to1_r1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><strong>Tippy’s getaway house 2.26.2011</strong></p> <p>Willow, why do you look at me like that? Why do your eyes twinkle at me that way? Why, even, do you look at me? Why aren’t you running free around the house like you always do? By this time, you would have raced away and fled! </p> <p>Perhaps, it was the orange in my hand. Maybe because Tippy’s upstairs still sound asleep and Spencer has left you alone on the couch. Maybe I was the only person awake at such an hour.</p>http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3528186758http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3528186758Sun, 27 Feb 2011 03:35:00 +0800dogs<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh6iyuJqc81qg5f3to1_r3_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>Jay</p> <p>Tippy’s getaway house 2.24.2011</p>http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3503630815http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3503630815Fri, 25 Feb 2011 23:28:00 +0800<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh5edlhlvg1qg5f3to1_r5_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><strong>Paris, France 10.8.2010</strong></p> <p>It was me, Andoy and Larz who went up on the roof that night. We had to climb a shaky ladder to get to the small, square hole—roughly around 24 inches per side—punctured through the ceiling. </p> <p>We stayed up there despite the cold and the wind. There was a warmth of a different kind, so inviting that you cannot find the strength to dispense it. From up there, you could feel an intimate nearness to the other rooftops and also the chimneys that, just like you, have come to the light from below. We didn’t really bring much up there, only ourselves, two cameras, and a bottle of wine to share. It was nearing 1am, and the lights that once shone brightly earlier that evening, have already died down with a sincere humility. And in a few minutes, the Eiffel Tower will follow this surrender.</p> <p>And once there, for a moment, you find yourself not wanting to return from where you came from. </p>http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3501814758http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3501814758Fri, 25 Feb 2011 20:38:28 +0800ParisFranceEiffel TowerEuropewinerooftop<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh10ctwc081qg5f3to1_r1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><strong>AHS 2.5.2011</strong></p> <p>But then there are things that you never grow out of. They render a significance so great that they are embedded deep within your soul—its meaning only being cultivated more and its reasons becoming even more rooted over time.</p> <p>And during the torment of the storm, it is that constant that you will hold tightly on to—and possibly, with all your might. </p>http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3467398690http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3467398690Thu, 24 Feb 2011 03:08:15 +0800Ateneohigh schoolfilmramblings<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh1f38IP7d1qg5f3to1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>The dreamer and the dream</p> <p>Watercolour and pencil on paper</p> <p>2.23.2011 <span> </span>              </p>http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3450102435http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3450102435Wed, 23 Feb 2011 05:17:00 +0800paintingsramblings<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh0z8cssv01qg5f3to1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><strong>Katipunan Avenue, sometime early February—I cannot remember</strong></p> <blockquote> <p>Intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes - Milan Kundera</p> </blockquote>http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3445262562http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3445262562Tue, 22 Feb 2011 23:36:06 +0800filmramblingsKatipunanballoons<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgykxxVbyc1qg5f3to1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>Andoy</p> <p>Nice, France 9.19.2010</p>http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3420979748http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3420979748Mon, 21 Feb 2011 16:29:57 +0800French RivieraNiceFranceEurope<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgxnjaskOg1qg5f3to1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>Tama ka marahil,</p> <p>Watercolour on paper</p> <p>2.21.2011</p>http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3408871135http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3408871135Mon, 21 Feb 2011 04:33:00 +0800paintingsramblingsSir PagsiSinta<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgvh7jkD1K1qg5f3to1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><blockquote> <p>Unknown, talk to unknown. - The Yeah Yeah Yeahs</p> </blockquote>http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3383130520http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3383130520Sun, 20 Feb 2011 00:16:30 +0800drawingssketchesscribble blurs“Learn to live with imperfection. Otherwise, you cannot live.”<br/><br/> - <em>Sir Pagsi</em>http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3348182245http://secondorderstories.tumblr.com/post/3348182245Fri, 18 Feb 2011 03:45:34 +0800Sir Pagsi