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Decameron December
“Positibo”
“Isasáama ko nalang Ang sarili sa bílang At isaalang-alang Kanilang kaligtasan.”
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“Ayuda”
“Nagmalasakit si Gob Pera’y pinagkaloob Iba ang nagpamudmod Kaya’t parang napudpod.
Inside our days and nights, we endured fear ‘til December. With the crisp carols gone, children muted by masks, face shields, and fascism, we now brace this first.
Holidays so unholy, even the city heights cannot bear the shining. Holidays so melancholic, even the towns cannot bear the darkness.
Outside us: lay the arc. Let us weave together our loss and longing into one. This is the year we don’t want to remember, but can’t forget. Look back soon; but now light up for the dead.
