Memoirs of a Frustrated Ilocana

My nostalgia is in you, Ilocandia
I’m glad for being sown in your bosom
Ay ayatin ka, napintas nga balay*
Your roof flew when i was asleep
You feasted in green and red when i woke
My heart contains your bagoong, tupig, and bibingka
My feet are stained with sand, white and gray
My hair flies with your wind…

*I love you, beautiful house