There’ll be lots of lovemaking this week, many of them illicit, before marriage or outside it. But few care who’ll be watching. The sky can fall tomorrow, not this day or this moment.
Everyone’s not totally safe anywhere, in upscale hotel or behind a bush, on soft mattress or on hard-tile kitchen floor. No one’s sure no one’s looking or listening.
Pablo Neruda, still lashing at intrusion, writes: “Even roads have eyes/ and the parks their police/ hotels spy on their guests/ windows name names/ cannons and squadrons debark on missions to liquidate love...”
But spies don’t prey only on prohibited love, traffic rap or hotel theft. Mission may not be to kill love but to catch the corrupt.
What’s scary
Two businessmen were able to film a contractor saying Lapu-Lapu Mayor Boy Radaza “wants only three percent” for their projects. (Pittance? Not three percent of P500 million; P15 million can buy busloads of voters.)
Mayor Boy can say video is doctored or, even if chaste, doesn’t prove he asked for or received money.
But here’s what can be scary to the mayor: Radaza is not in court yet. He’s facing voters who can judge him guilty even before all the evidence is in.
The mayor might wish he were accused of forbidden love instead.
