Hello steemians, good morning kamusta! To day sharing my entry of #cityscapephotography photo contest hosted by 
I love tacloban city, even though it isnt mine, the way somethingbhas to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to memy becausebi belong to it. With cities, it is as with dreams: everything imaginable can be dreamed, but even thr mostbunexpected dream is a rebus that conceals a desire or, its reverse, a fear. Is secret theirbrules are absurd theirbperspectives deceitful anf everything conceald something else. By its nature, every cities provides what otherwise could be given only by traveling namely, the strange. The world is a wide place where we stumble like childreb learning to walk. Thr world is a bright whete we learn to see.
