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_We are MangoRed

WELCOME TO THE NEW mangoBLOG.

Our healthy crew is composed of photographers, illustrators, layout artists who are just as passionate about our work as the two of us. We are comfortably and chummily left-of-center. We have to confess that we’ve never been to art schools nor earned a major design degree…coz despite its pluses, we reckon this isn’t for everyone..let alone for us. In our case, the real world is the best course.

Our vision is based on principles of openness, directness, irreverence, democracy and a dislike of institutions and pretensions.

We’re always looking for the culturally relevant work and staying current with the hive mind. It’s intuitive, a lot of it. We think it’s just experiencing how far you can keep your mind open on a daily basis, and paying attention.

We’d like to describe our work as a tickle in your brain. It’s not just the quality of the idea, it’s the quality of the execution, the finish. the unique spin in colors, the lines, perspective..when these elements align, they create a visual perfume.

_Carlo & Cat

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Carlo Ledesma & Cat Juan

C l u b P a r a d i s e / C o r o n P a l a w a n , P h i l i p p i n e s

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H e r  p e a r l e d  v o i c e  q u i e t s   a   f o u n t a i n .

The breezes hang their celestial fifes.

Flowers open themselves, as if surprised.
Ivory swans extend their necks in the pallid lakes.

I n  t h e  b l u e  h a r b o r  o f  y o u r  e y e s
I run on the scattered rocks like a child

Breathing the fragrance of the sea
And return an exhausted bird.

I n  t h e  b l u e  h a r b o r  o f  y o u r  e y e s
Is an open sea window,

And birds appear in the distance
Searching for islands still unborn.

T h i s  i n t e n s e  p e r f u m e  o f  y o u r  f l e s h

is nothing more than the world which the blue spheres
of your eyes move and displace

U n d e r  t h e  a n c i e n t  t r e e s ,

lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.

L i s t e n  t o  m e   a s  o n e  l i s t e n s   t o  t h e   r a i n ,
not attentive, not distracted,

light footsteps, thin drizzle,
water that is air, air that is time.

H e r e , i n   t h e  m i d s t  o f   t h e  s e a ,  w h i l e  I  s e e k  f o r  y o u ,

While I have only the cool beauty
Of the waves to compare with you.

Your brow is the dawn above double rainbows,
Where the suns go by so gently
Like boats dreaming into the daybreak.

Green, how I want you green.
Green wind. Green branches.
The ship out on the sea.
And the horse on the mountain.

You look at things
T h r o u g h  h i s  e y e s .
A cardinal is red.
A sky is blue.

Suddenly you know he knows too.

The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.

And as I love you, the pines in the wind

want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.

If my eyelids could be lips,
kisses rays of sight would surely be
from my eyes, which like golden eagles watch

the sun, and they would kiss more than they see.

The golden anchor beckons, the blue sail rises
Like the wing of a dream unfolding to a new day.

C l o s i n g   m y  e y e s
I open them inside your eyes.

Never let me lose the marvel
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night.

L i s t e n  t o   me   a s  o n e   l i s t e n s  t o  t h e  r a i n ,
without listening,

hear what I say with eyes open inward, asleep with all five senses awake,

i t ‘ s  r a i n i n g ,  l ig h t  f o o t s t e p s ,  a  m u r m u r   o f   s y l l a b l e s ,

air and water, words with no weight.

Let us depart, my muse.
Beyond an anxious prow, the sea  s t r e t c h e s  itself out.

F o r e v e r  n o w  w h e n  t h e  s u n  t o u c h e s  m e

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I must feel the rude contact of your flesh
born in the freshness of an unexpected dawn,

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nourished in the caress of rivers as pure and clear as your embrace,

sweetened in the afternoon wind

that comes down from the mountains to join your breath

Between now and now,
between I am and you are,
the word bridge.

Entering it
y o u  e n t e r  y o u r s e l f :

the world connects
and closes like a  r i n g .

With chaste heart, and pure eyes
I celebrate you, my beauty,

as in woodland, or wave-spume:
earth’s perfume,
sea’s music.

Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
vines on melancholy walls.

I reach deep into my lonely mind and carve out a full moon.
High into night’s starry sky I hang it like a mirror.

Forever let it hang there, sending back the image of my love.

I n  t h e   b l u e  h a r b o r  o f  y o u r  e y e s
Blow rains of melodious lights,
Dizzy suns and sails

Painting their voyage to  e n d l e s s n e s s

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In the glimmering palaces of quiet afternoons
They spoke in a language heartfelt as weeping,

And they kissed each other deeply, biting the soul
The hours fluttered away like petals of gold.

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