Tag Archive: Rizal

It was one of Rizal’s favorite haunts in Madrid. A “hangout”, if you like, with fellow patriots, to enjoy tapas y vino. And how convenient that it is just a few meters away from his apartment and 3 other hangouts: Teatro Español, Hotel Ingles and Los Gabrielles, another hangout famous for its azulejos or glazed tiles. Viva Madrid is in the heart of Madrid’s historic center along Calle de Manuel Fernandez y Gonzales, 7. Not too far from Puerto del Sol and just a stonesthrow from Plaza Santa Ana, this restaurante is quite a looker from outside with its murals, and even better-looking inside. The warm interiors match the friendly service and delicious food. This place is good for both dining, people-watching or simply basking in “Rizal’s life in Madrid”.




Viva Madrid in Calle de Manuel Fernandez y Gonzales, 7.


Imagine Rizal enjoying his vino y tapas here.



The rioja y tapas were a perfect prelude to the blackest, inkiest, most flavorful paella negra to be had in Madrid. Very negra indeed. And muy delicioso,especially with generous servings of salsa alioli. Thanks to Jaime Marco, the go-to guy for Rizal’s Madrid, for bringing me here. Jaime is not only a Filipino historian and Rizal expert but a foodie through and through. Dining in Viva Madrid combines the best of both worlds: food and history. 😉  




Jamon y Salmon…. Con Brie.


Piece de Resistance. Paella Negra.



How fortunate that Viva Madrid exists to this day. Not like nearby Los Gabrielles, which has closed. Every Filipino visiting Madrid should dine here. Just be warned that the food may distract you from appreciating the lovely interiors of Viva Madrid. The same glazed ceramic tiles adorn the interior walls, framed by columns and dark wood panels. Imagine our national hero sitting in a quiet corner here, enjoying his light meals and vino. Imagine many of our propagandists whiling away their time here while discussing what gets printed on La Solidaridad.




Lovely Interiors. Then, as in Now.


Rizal’s Corner.



When you get here, do ask for Rizal’s corner. Jaime says it’s the one near the 2 columns. Check out the 6th photo. And on your way out, check out the Rizal marker. Doesn’t that make you proud?




Good for family dining too!

So much has been written about the national hero and his life here in Madrid. For many Rizal enthusiasts, our numero uno patriot’s habit of writing down almost every detail of his life makes it easier to imagine how he spent his days here in Madrid. But what was really going on in his mind? Rizal listed down every peseta spent and even drawn or sketched the items, places and persons he liked. Like some bloggers would? Except that these days, memory catchers do not require drawing skills. Back then, Rizal’s penchant to record (and to share, via his letters) compelled him to sketch to amply describe the things he wrote about.




Rizal’s First Madrid Nest in Calle Amor de Dios, 13-15 (Sept 1882-May 1883)


Rizal studied Medicine here, which later became Colegio de Medicos in Madrid.



Having just arrived in Madrid , how did he find his first residence in Calle Amor de Dios 13-15? Out of his comfort zone, far from his family and friends, unaccustomed to Spanish ways and practices. When he walks home from school, did anyone ask him how his day went? Though he lives very near his school, did he go out for long walks to enjoy the solitude, even the desolation? Was he overwhelmed by the grandeur of Spanish monuments and buildings, enchanted by the sophistication of the theatre, confused by the flashy (and heavily adorned) costumes of men engaging in violent bullfights or simply disoriented by the four seasons, late meals and very late nights?




Rizal took painting lessons here in Escuela de Bellas Artes de San Fernando in Calle Alcala, a main road in Madrid. Now a museum of fine arts.




Madrid-based Filipino historian and Rizal enthusiast Jaime Marco led me to many of our hero’s favorite haunts. He does this con gusto and with much sincerity. You can almost “touch” Jaime’s passion as he rattles off historical trivia about his favorite Filipino. Neither did Jaime fail to remind me during our walks that we are likely stepping on the same cobblestoned paths, touching the same old city walls or banisters, dining in the same corner of a favorite restaurante cum hangout, looking at the exact painting which inspired Lolo Pepe to write his Noli Me Tangere. Now, this last one is a highlight for me. I made so many visits to the Prado Museum but not once bothered to check out Corregio’s “Noli Me Tangere” showing a Biblical illustration of the resurrected Jesus subtly restraining Mary Magdalene from touching Him before He sees His Father. Jaime said the Corregio painting has always hung in that same spot. Ergo, we were viewing the painting exactly where Rizal stood and drew inspiration! Viewing this painting provokes one to mull over what went on in our national hero’s mind.




Prado Museum. This Museo any visitor should never miss.


Correggio’s NOLI ME TANGERE is a Biblical illustration of Jesus restraining Mary Magdalene from touching Him before He ascends to His Father.



Who knows? But Jaime made me stand there to dig deep into my sentiments. I told him I was actually drawn more to Magdalene….. sensing her conflict, touched by her submission and quiet acceptance of something she failed to understand then. Her self-restraint is evident. Self-restraint bordering on agony. Jaime pokes your inner core as much as he gave this much thought. My amateur (but honest layman’s) opinion may fail his standards, but I can imagine Lolo Pepe being moved by that painting. How I’d love to know what prompted Rizal to write Noli after seeing this Corregio masterpiece! This time, he never committed his “inspiration” to writing. No clues. No letters alluding to his feelings over this obramaestra. No hints. But I’m sure he made many walks around the ciudad digesting this newfound inspiration, perhaps even outlining his thoughts while meandering around the streets and alleys of madrid. Quo pasa, Pepe?




Rizal’s Madrid. Then as in Now. Some things — and monuments — never change.


Teatro Infante Isabel. Same facade. Same seats! Imagine sitting in the same seat as Rizal when he watched the opera then.



Having exhausted himself, Rizal would likely not go home yet after those “meditative” walks. Maybe he’d visit some of his friends: Paterno, Viola, Luna, Lopez Jaena, Del Pilar. If he had enough money, I bet he dropped in at the nearby Teatro Infanta Isabel. Perhaps with some friends. The same friends with whom he’d have a drink at the Viva Madrid or Los Gabrielles, a few steps and a turn off the corner from his apartment. Did he eat heartily? Did he drink rioja, cerveza or sidra? Did he find the paella too moist? How was your day, Pepe?




Viva Madrid and its lovely interiors and glazed ceramic tiles. A favorite hangout of many Filipino patriots. A marker is installed here, thanks to Jaime marco et al.


Did Rizal enjoy the blackest, inkiest, most delicioso Paella Negra here with extra servings of salsa alioli? Viva Madrid and its lovely interiors.



Jaime pointed out that Rizal’s financial woes left him moving through many Madrid apartments. He is not as rich as Viola or Paterno with his golden spoon on his breast pocket, but Rizal’s wit and intellect combine for a most engaging personality and presence sought by many. That photo where Rizal clowned around dressed like an Egyptian scribe to pose for Luna’s Death of Cleopatra is a gem. Rizal without his overcoat, laughing his way through that sitting for another genius and another favorite Filipino, Juan Luna. I wonder if they were sober when they did that pose. Did they have a good round of drinks at Los Gabrielles, a few steps from Viva madrid and his apartment in Calle Fernandez y Gonzales, 8? Que tal, Pepe?




The humorous side of Jose Rizal, posing as a scribe in Luna’s rendition of Death of Cleopatra. Such “clowns”!


Hotel Ingles….. Venue of the banquet celebrating Luna and hidalgo’s victories in the art department. Where Rizal mentioned “Genius has no country”….



In that Hotel Ingles banquet celebrating Luna and Hidalgo’s victories, Rizal’s toast turned out to be a long speech peppered with bravado and nationalistic fervor. It is claimed Rizal has not had a meal that day and promptly got a bit intoxicated, if not uninhibited, to give that fiery speech. What was in his mind? Did that speech stir those patriotic fibers in the hearts of the Filipino expats then? Where was Rizal going with that message? Quo vadis, Pepe?




Rioja, cerveza o sidra?


Calle Atocha, 43, where the newspaper La Solidaridad was published to give voice to the Filipino community in Spain.



After that speech, did the Madrid-based Filipinos “regroup” for a tertulla or perhaps organize a La Solidaridad meeting the same night? Or did they simply walk their separate ways, fascinated with Madrid’s quaint alleys, passing many apartments with laundry out to dry on balconies, eager to reach their homes or apartments to think through that moment of awakening. I read and re-read that part of the celebratory toast to Hidalgo and Luna and each time, feel my emotions stirring as I read the lines…….


“Luna and Hidalgo are as much Spanish glories as they are Filipino. Just as they were born in the Philippines, they could have been born in Spain, because genius has no country, genius blossoms everywhere, genius is like the light, the air, it is the heritage of all”
—— Jose Rizal.



Typical street scene in madrid, circa 2013. 😉


Madrid Then and Now.


Quo Vadis, Pinoys?

Such distinguished Filipinos. Estoy. Muy. Orgullosa! I. Am. Very. Proud. As were the Filipinos then based in Madrid who celebrated these Masters’ victories as Gold and Silver Medalists in the 1884 Madrid Arts Exposition. For Juan Luna, his Spoliarium earned him a Gold Medal. Felix Resurreccion Hidalgo earned his Silver for his “Las Virgenes Cristianas Expuestas al Populacho” (The Christian Virgins Exposed to the Populace), which showed a bunch of boorish looking males mocking semi-naked female slaves. A copy of this painting now hangs at the Metropolitan Museum of Manila. The original was destroyed in a fire at the University of Valladolid in Spain. A pity.





Juan Luna’s Spoliarium



I visited the National Art Gallery and the Metropolitan Museum of the Philippines on separate occasions. Just a couple of days apart. I had the rare chance to stand in the middle of the Hall of Masters all by my lonesome self. And to get really close to Luna’s Spoliarium. My iPhone came in handy, though the shots could be better. Por supuesto! But ain’t complaining. I love how I can walk around unburdened by a camera slung around my neck.




Felix Resurrecion Hidalgo’s “Christian Virgins Exposed to the Populace”



They had more restrictions at the Metropolitan Museum though. No photography allowed. Not even if you promise not to use flash. (Photo shown here was sourced from the Net. thank you, Google) Same restrictions apply in the Ayala Museum where a guard gently reminded me of such restrictions when I whipped out my iPhone in front of an Edades painting. I’m not complaining but it behooves me why different rules apply. In the case of Hidalgo’s Christian Virgins, I wasn’t even allowed to get within a couple of meters from the copy of this masterpiece. Yes, a copy. Yet, I was allowed to snap close-up shots of the original Spoliarium by Luna.




Close Up Shot of Luna’s Spoliarium. National Art Gallery.



These 2 obra maestros by Luna and Hidalgo bagged Gold and Silver Medals in the 1884 Madrid Arts Exposition. A victory celebrated by Filipino patriots then based in Madrid, to include our very own Dr. Jose Rizal. The venue for the victory banquet still stands today in Madrid, in Echegarray Street just a few strolls from Puerta del Sol. In this banquet, our national hero — who’s said not to have eaten the whole day for lack of funds — gave more than a toast to honor Luna and Hidalgo. More like a speech. A speech so full of bravado and spunk, where Rizal frontally attacked the religious establishment. Perhaps a preview of the Padre Damasos and Padre Silvas in his Noli Me Tangere. If you ever get to Madrid, do check out Hotel Ingles and “stand proud” as forefathers did. And while you’re there, be sure to visit Rizal’s other favorite haunts.




Hotel Ingles. Echegarray Street, just a few strolls from Puerta del Sol. Madrid.



If you haven’t been following my Madrid Blog Series, let me leave you with this excerpt from Rizal’s impromptu speech at the Hotel Ingles victory banquet. My man. Truly, Rizal’s Filipino pride shone through.


“Luna and Hidalgo are as much Spanish glories as they are Filipino. Just as they were born in the Philippines, they could have been born in Spain, because genius has no country, genius blossoms everywhere, genius is like the light, the air, it is the heritage of all”


We started with Part 1 in #9 Madrid Blog Series. This Part 2 has more to do with my “Noynoying” moments here in Madrid. 💤💤💤 It’s been a month and a week now. Done with apartment hunting, appliance shopping, scrubbing, sweeping, cleaning and all that pile of bedlinen and towel laundry. So before I start feeling truly domesticated here in Madrid, I stepped out in search of more of Rizal’s favorite haunts. But not without a few moments of “Noynoying”. The “branding” started while I’m away, and I’ve got to say it’s funny and highly irreverent. Disculpe (“excuse me”) ….. for giving in to the temptation of actually using the brand for a blog title. 😜






The above photos were taken from the Philippine Embassy in Madrid. Jardin Rizal was dedicated in memory of Dr. Jose Rizal on his 150th birth anniversary last June 19, 2011. The Juan Luna Painting — España y Filipinas — couldn’t be more appropriate. One passes this lovely reproduction upon entrance to the Office of the Ambassador.







Earlier, I walked around the block 👣behind Teatro Español where I found Hotel Ingles, Los Gabrielles (now a cafe bar with flamenco 💃dinner shows) and Viva Madrid. I also wrote separate blogs 📖on Parque Retiro and Avenida Rizal/Islas de Filipinas where you find a replica monument of the hero. ⛲ This time, let me take you to places where JPR lived 🏠 (there were many — to a point that I felt JPR has been hopping from place to place), studied and joined protests.







The Congreso de Los Diputados, formerly the Las Cortes Españolas, is the site where Filipinos including our very own heroes used to lobby for equal rights with Spanish citizens. This site, which is a stone’s throw from the Museo de Prado is where the Pinoy community rallied for Philippine autonomy. Makibaka! There is also the Ateneo de Madrid where Rizal studied English, did research and watched plays. His second residence along Calle Manuel Fernández Gonzáles, 8 (formerly C/ Visitación) from May to June 1883 is right across Viva Madrid, one of his favorite haunts. I can just imagine Rizal and other propagandists meeting and dining here after a few drinks at Los Gabrielles off the corner.







Did I just say dining and wining? Those nocturnal activities, in between studies, art exhibits and rallies? Por supuesto! Our heroes were thousands of miles and oceans away from family and country. No internet. No television. No cellphones. No Facebook, no games! No wonder they wrote many letters! 📮📫Surely, they needed some moments of pleasure and leisure to break the monotony. And mind you, they were dead serious and passionate about their struggles for freedom and recognition. Far from “Noynoying”? You tell me. 😏




Here’s another favorite haunt of our national hero while he was here in Madrid. Can’t blame him. Parque de Retiro, which used to be exclusive to royalty, is such a pleasure to be in anytime of day. Just take the Linea 2 (red line) metro 🚉 to Retiro and it’s right there as you exit out of the station.






Now, I wonder how many times Rizal went on dates in this park. Remember, JPR lived a frugal life here in Madrid and a paseo around Parque de Retiro would have been a cheap but romantic way to take out a señorita.







These days, you’d find street musicians 🎺🎷🎸🎤 and illegal vendors (selling their wares on laid out rugs)👜💼👢 around the park. It was a bit of a challenge to take a good photo of the pond and the monuments without these characters. And then there are the lovers. 👫💑 Of all kinds.







Sundays are crowded in Parque de Retiro where locals enjoy just strolling around the gardens, 🚲biking, renting boats 🚤 to row around the pond, drinking their cafe con leche ☕ or cafe cortado, shopping for “smuggled” bags 👜peddled by vendors on blankets or rugs laid out on pavements, skateboarding, or simply shooting the breeze while listening to street musicians. 🎤







JPR must have been so inspired by this ex-royal garden that he named his place of exile in Dapitan as “Mi Retiro.” This is also the place where an Igorot woman died in the dead of winter while “on exhibit” in the Exposición de Filipinas in 1887. The exhibit meant to showcase Philippine artifacts, art works and botanical specimens which included “sample Philippine tribe peoples” like the Igorots, Manobos and Negritos. You can just imagine how JPR criticized Spain for its violation of Filipinos’ human rights which resulted in the death of this Igorot human specimen, while other tribe “samples” contracted pneumonia due to the bitter cold.







Tsk. Tsk. It’s stories like these that make me ever so grateful for the sacrifices and bravery of our national heroes. As a reminder of what they went through as against the freedoms that we now enjoy, one can’t help but lament how much we have forgotten. Truly, we as a nation need to reconnect with our past so we do not fail to take things for granted and more importantly, to regain our national identity and pride as a people.


Aaaaahhhh…… Enough said. Or written. 📝

Another photowalk till my legs ached. Calling it quits for the day, I took the same path towards our hotel for the week. 🚶Along the way, I stopped by the Islas de Filipinas and Madrid’s equivalent of our Rizal Park. ⛲There are similar parks for the other countries which centuries before were colonies of Spain.🇪🇸







Inside the park, there is a joggers’ path 👣👟🏃and a bike lane.🚲 Several benches were scattered inside the park where the center has been developed into a golf range.⛳ In one corner, there was even a cervezaria. 🍺The classier version of our beer garden. 🍻







At the corner is the monument to our national hero, flanked by two tablets of Dr. Jose Rizal’s Mi Ultimo Adios and its Filipino translation.📝 Imagine that! Dear Spain had this man, our national hero, wiped off the face of the earth yet built this monument in his memory.






This is not a blog.  But friends still ask me about the lecture of Dr. Ambeth Ocampo last Saturday at the Ayala Museum.  What can I tell you? Ambeth rocks.  And I sooo love his topic ( QUERIDAS NI RIZAL: Love and Sex in the Philippine History ). Love and Sex beat Politics and Religion as hot topics, ei?

No editing. Just downloaded photos, and jotted down whatever i remembered 😉  Sorry I missed the other ‘women’.

It was packed!

So, this is for those of you who missed this event.  The photos tell the story. Enjoy. Learn.

#1 First Love: Feisty Segundina. Right Girl; Wrong Time?

#2 Leonor Rivera : As Drawn By Jose Rizal

#3 The Lesser-Known Leonor (Orang)

#5 Rizal's Cute-sy Japanese GF

#6 Dear Gertrude!

#7 Boustead Sisters with Juan Luna's Wife & Mother-In-Law (before Luna shot them dead)

#8 Nelly Boustead

i love Marcelo Del Pilar's sense of humour. and this was in the 1890s!

#10 Naughty Suzanne?

Hmmmm.....naughty boy. For sure, they were not just playing scrabble!

#13 Josephine Bracken


Guess what Rizal's doing here. Must have inspired the title of the Lecture.

Rizal Multi-Tasking! Was that the Noli he was writing?

Name's Peter. Peter Rizal? Peter Mercado?

In His Handwriting...... Just Before His Execution

What do you think? Cast your vote!

Burial Shot?

Teodora Alonzo With the National Hero's Skull?


If you don’t have the time and the resources to visit all the Lakbay Jose Rizal@150 Sites, or at the very least want a glimpse of what you can find there, you may wish to do this.

One morning I visited the National Museum,  I found myself way too early before Museum hours and so I lingered around. First off,  I checked out the Balangay Diwata ng Lahi behind the National Arts Gallery. Looking at this sea vessel makes you wonder how our ancestors rode the treacherous waters in open seas back then.  Also reminds us that the ancient Pinoys were really a seafaring people and competent boat builders! Can you imagine them sailing based on their ancient methods of reading through the stars, cloud formations, and bird migration patterns?  

Balangay Diwata ng Lahi @National Arts Gallery

An hour before the Museum doors opened to the public, and having viewed the Balangay,  I wandered off behind the 2 Museum Buildings and found myself walking around the Agrifina Circle where one also finds the lovely Department of Tourism Building.  Standing guard over all these art-deco buildings is a huge bronze statue of Lapu Lapu.  Our likely first hero way before the Spaniards ruled the land, and most certainly way before the Americans “guided” us in choosing our heroes. ;-)

Lapu Lapu Statue Standing Guard Around The Valencia or Agrifina Circle

Off on one side a few meters away is a man-made pond where a huge relief map of the Philippines is to be found, right beside the Children’s Playground. All around this pond are glass-encased photos of various Rizal heritage sites named in the Lakbay Jose Rizal@150. Aptly called One-Stop Heritage Trail, it was unveiled only last May 2011. There is no excuse now not to learn more about these sites, if only to know our national hero better, appreciate his journey through life, his struggle, and his heroism.

Relief Map of the Philippines with the LapuLapu Statue in the Background

I found myself moving from one encased photo to the next.  Tried to get a decent photo, but this amateur had problems with the reflections on the glass.  Epic fail.  But I read through some of the relevant and interesting  trivia on each encased photo and thought I’d share with you just the same these awful shots I took. Just think I’m saving you the trip.  Or perhaps you can be motivated to go to get a ‘better picture’. 

Rizal’s boat, the S.S. España arrived in Dumaguete City. Dr. Rizal went ashore, visited Governor Regal of Negros Occidental, visited a classmate Herrero Regidor and operated on the captain of the Civil Guard.

The same  boat, the S.S. España, arrived at Iloilo where Dr. Rizal had the chance to visit Escolta and the Church of Molo in Iloilo. 

Then the  S.S. España docked in Cebu on August 2, 1896 for a routine one-day stop over. After breakfast on board, Commander Carcinero took Rizal under custody to the Spanish Military Commander of Cebu, Gen. Adulfo Montero in the Military Headquarters located in Fort San Pedro.

The official residence and administration building of the politico-military governor of the district, Rizal lived there from July 17, 1892 to March 1893 before he was transferred to Talisay, now the Rizal Dapitan Shrine.

A National Cultural Treasure in Dapitan, Zamboanga del Norte.  Rizal created this map as an aid in teaching history and geography to the locals while in exile from 1892 to 1896.


I took notice of this lamp post. Love the base with the calesa design. Thought this lamp post is far better than all those multi-colored cheap-looking lightposts you find all over Metro Manila.  

There were more photos on display around the pond where you see the relief map of the Philippines. But it is now time to head back to the Museum. 

I wasn’t meaning to write about our national hero and join the PTB Blog Carnival , thinking I needed to clear my backlogs first. But as it turned out, a couple of friends from TravelBlog visited the Philippines and had an extra day to spend in Manila. Thought I’d give them the drill:  Spanish-Philippines in the morning,  Chinatown-Philippines for lunch, and Hollywood (American)  cum “Urban/Modern” Philippines late afternoon till early evening.  The “Philippines-Philippines” episode can wait till they get their walking feet to Bicol starting with an off-chance,  late-in-the-season Butanding Interaction in Donsol, Sorsogon.

I enjoy meeting new friends.  Jan and Polona are from Slovenia and belong to my other “community” at TravelBlog. Young, full of energy, and eager to know the Philippines .  And I was just as eager to introduce our country, our culture to them. So we began the morning with a tour of Fort Santiago and a drive-through Intramuros.  The latter deserves another leisurely afternoon.

Fort Santiago

There are heaps of good write-ups on Fort Santiago.  And blogs matched with stunning photography of this “walled city”.  I brought my rusty Point & Shoot Camera just so I can take souvenir shots with my young Slovenian friends.   My young Slovenians surprisingly did their homework and knew enough about our national hero, Dr. Jose Rizal, and about his last days in Fort Santiago.  No need for any history lessons.  These travelers, as opposed to tourists, know their stuff.   It was I who was sufficiently surprised.  Inside the Rizal Shrine ,  they took their time reading “Mi Ultimo Adios”.   I must confess I never went past the “Adios Patria Adorada, Region del Sol Quirida”  stuff.  😦

Amazingly, there was a translation of Mi Ultimo Adios in other languages.  Jan and Polona painstakingly read through some, especially the one translated in Czech.   Even as translated,  they were quite impressed with the many talents of our national hero.  Having visited many other countries,  they were pleased to find that our own is a man of peace.  And not another military chief or warrior who liberated the country from oppressors.  This gave another perspective of allowing one’s self to be impressed about the power of the pen.   How a philosophy, an ideology can move people . How it can enlighten and liberate an entire race to think on its own.   Of his many talents,  Dr. Jose Rizal certainly used the power of the pen to give life to common sentiments heretofore repressed.

There are times when I feel sentimental and wax poetic.  Moments when I find myself reading and taking pleasure in reading poems.   No favorite poets for me.  I read whatever takes my fancy.   But “Mi Ultimo Adios” ?  I never gave it a chance.  I do not know why.  Perhaps because it was part of the school curriculum and I associated it with the obligatory history lessons.   Thanks to Jan and Polona, I rediscovered the beauty, the wisdom and the rhythmic beat of Rizal’s patriotism in this farewell poem.

“I die when I see the sky has unfurled its colors 
And at last after a cloak of darkness announces the day; 
If you need scarlet to tint your dawn, 
Shed my blood, pour it as the moment comes, 
And may it be gilded by a reflection of the heaven’s newly-born light.”

Shame on me.  To have someone from a foreign land teach me a lesson on appreciation of one’s own.   This stanza was nearly “alien” to me. As I said,  I hardly went beyond the “Adios Patria Adorada” line.  Yet Rizal’s passion and patriotism resonated with these lines of poetic candor.

“If upon my grave one day you see appear, 
Amidst the dense grass, a simple humble flower, 
Place it near your lips and my soul you’ll kiss, 
And on my brow may I feel, under the cold tomb, 
The gentle blow of your tenderness, the warmth of your breath.”

Lovely. Simply lovely.  He may be a doctor of medicine. A hero.  A painter.  A sculptor. An engineer.   And more.  But in my book, he is  a poet par excellance.

This is my entry to the PTB Blog Carnival celebrating Dr. Jose P. Rizal’s 150th birthday with the theme “Rizal and Travel”, hosted by Ivan Henares .