CHILDHOOD LIVES ON
"Life is the childhood of our immortality."
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Paintings and verses by Dr Abe V Rotor
1. Through the Mist of Time
The childhood in us throbs, throbs with the sweet music of time.
Through the mist we see childrenYears back with many years lost;Yet much is gained in memoryThat holds stories untold.Who is fishing there? Ahoy!Only the tingling chime answers;The childhood in us throbs, throbsWith the sweet music of time. ~
2. Angling - Sport in Silence
Fishing, painting in oil by AVRotor
Silence the test of nerve and steel,
as calm combs the water;
beneath stealth the fish, be still,
and wish the rod to quiver.
When hours are long and hard to bear
and heaven dull and gray;
dreams long delayed are in slumber,
go fishing the whole day.
For no sport more than fishing brings
freedom from cares and worries;
tolls the bell for thee or joy it rings,
fishing in silence and peace. ~
Lesson on former Paaralang Bayan sa Himpapawid (People's School-on-Air) with Miss Grace Velasco 738 DZRB AM Band, 8 to 9 evening class Monday to Friday
3. Waterfalls in My Childhood
Painting by Dr Abe V Rotor
On display at the Living with Nature Center
San Vicente, Ilocos Sur
"I have returned in old age and stoodbefore my waterfalls to pay homagewith paintbrush and canvas. Behold!I painted a scene gentle with age. "
Waterfalls are nature's living fortress,their massive walls rise to the sky,symbol of strength and daring, and I,I grew up a disciple as time went by.Down their cascading waters I rode,along the river that meets the sea,to a world strange, unknown, and I,I looked back, in spite of being free.Time and place combine into fate,into a life travelled but once only,a world incognito, infinitum, and I,I crossed my Rubicon, a long story.
I have returned in old age and stoodbefore my waterfalls to pay homagewith paintbrush and canvas. Behold!I painted a scene gentle with age. ~






















