Netflix has announced during its “See What’s Next Asia” event in Singapore on Thursday, November 8 that they will release an animated series of “Trese.”
“The animated series will be produced by Shanty Harmayn and Tanya Yuson at BASE Entertainment, a studio based in Jakarta and Singapore. It’s executive producer, Jay Oliva, has also worked on “Wonder Woman” and “The Legend of Korra.” – CNN, Philippines
(On a side note, I’m a Legend of Korra and Avatar fan. And of course of Wonder Woman too!)
Beware the criminals that can’t be bound with handcuffs nor harmed with bullets.
Beware the ones that crave for your blood, those who hold your heart ransom, and the ones that come to steal your soul.
When crime takes a turn for the weird, the police call Alexandra Trese.
his eyes holds a sadness I cannot fathom,
his smile less mirth as I remember,
i want to ask him why
It’s in my dreams.
It’s in the smell of coffee and the scent of morning
In the trails of shadows at dusk
In your incomprehensible whispers in my ear
In the space between your neck and shoulder
In the touch of starchy sheets of my unearthed bed against my skin.
My fingers brush along the edges yet I cannot grasp.
I want to break my fingers
Bang my head against the wall
Tear my hair out and scream like a banshee in hysterics.
I want to scratch my face until the skin peels and grind my teeth in boulders till they all fall off.
I want to hold your hand and memorize all the lines on your palm and calluses of each finger.
I want to linger on the empty space in the crook of your neck and make it my home.
I want to be lost in the capture of your warm embrace with your heartbeat as lullaby.
I want to be your sanctuary as you sleep and be the witness of every single breath you take.
It’s 2 am and I can’t go back to sleep.
I smoked a stick but I still don’t feel any better.
“unearthed” from a series of letters I’ll never send.
I will be transferring in this site my old poems from my former blog site tockainwonderland.
I’d rather be by the sea right now, welcoming the sunrise and breathing in the ocean breeze.
My heart is pierced by Cupid,
I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.