5.03.2004

Pumanaw na si Nick Joaquin.

"But, alas, the heart forgets; the heart is distracted; and May time passes; summer lends; the storms break over the rot-tipe orchards and the heart grows old; while the hours, the days, the months, and the years pile up and pile up, till the mind becomes too crowded, too confused: dust gathers in it; cobwebs multiply; the walls darken and fall into ruin and decay; the memory perished...

---while from up the street came the clackety-clack of the watchman’s boots on the cobbles, and the clang-clang of his lantern against his knee, and the mighty roll of his voice booming through the night:

'Guardia sereno-o-o! A las doce han dado-o-o!'"


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Ernan at 1:46 AM

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at 7:14 AM  Anonymous said...

Guardia sereno-o-o! A las doce han dado-o-o -- would you know what that means? Please email me at langay2an@yahoo.com. thanks.

 

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