The poem describes Padre Faura standing on the roof of the Ateneo Municipal on a cold December morning, witnessing the execution of Jose Rizal; Faura recalls months ago when Rizal asked him about purgatory as his cheeks were still red from the sun after bitter winters in Europe; and on this morning, Faura sees Rizal as a blur between soldiers with their rifles raised, with tears in his eyes as a star still shimmers in the morning sky though it is already dead.
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The poem describes Padre Faura standing on the roof of the Ateneo Municipal on a cold December morning, witnessing the execution of Jose Rizal; Faura recalls months ago when Rizal asked him about purgatory as his cheeks were still red from the sun after bitter winters in Europe; and on this morning, Faura sees Rizal as a blur between soldiers with their rifles raised, with tears in his eyes as a star still shimmers in the morning sky though it is already dead.
The poem describes Padre Faura standing on the roof of the Ateneo Municipal on a cold December morning, witnessing the execution of Jose Rizal; Faura recalls months ago when Rizal asked him about purgatory as his cheeks were still red from the sun after bitter winters in Europe; and on this morning, Faura sees Rizal as a blur between soldiers with their rifles raised, with tears in his eyes as a star still shimmers in the morning sky though it is already dead.
The poem describes Padre Faura standing on the roof of the Ateneo Municipal on a cold December morning, witnessing the execution of Jose Rizal; Faura recalls months ago when Rizal asked him about purgatory as his cheeks were still red from the sun after bitter winters in Europe; and on this morning, Faura sees Rizal as a blur between soldiers with their rifles raised, with tears in his eyes as a star still shimmers in the morning sky though it is already dead.
Danton Remoto (for Beni Santos) I stand on the roof of the Ateneo Municipal, shivering on this December morning. Months ago, Pepe came to me in the Observatory. I thought we could talk about the stars that do not collide in the sky. Instead, he asked me about purgatory. (His cheeks still ruddy from the sudden sun after the bitter winters in Europe.) And on this day with the year beginning to turn salt stings my eyes. I see Pepe, a blur between the soldiers with their Mausers raised and the early mornings star: still shimmering even if millions of miles away, the star itself is already dead.
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