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Tinanong ko ang aking mga estudyante
kung napapansin pa ba nila ang mga batang lansangan.
Kuya, ate, palimos ng barya.
Tahimik ang karamihan: hindi alam
kung anong dapat sasabihin. May mga kumibo.
Akala siguro nila iyon ang sagot na aking
hinahanap o na naghahanap ako ng sagot.
Mag-ingat sa iyong mga tanong.

Tinanong ko sila
kung nagbibigay ba sila ng barya.
May dali-daling nagtaas ng kamay
at nag-alay ng paliwanag. Pabiro ko agad na tinukso,
sabi ko mukhang guilty ka.
Dahil kung nagbigay ka raw sa isa, darating ang iba't
dudumugin ka. Pabiro muli:
? Ano kung gayon?
Pero sumang-ayon ako para palubagin ang kanyang loob:
Sabi ko baka hindi nga naman mangyayari sa lansangan
ang nangyari sa 5000.
Hindi ka si Kristo.

Tinanong ko pa rin sila
tinitignan pa ba nila ang mga mukha ng mga bata.
May sumagot: Dahil daw hindi
natin masalo ang kanilang mata
na sinusubukang makipagtago sa itim
ng ating sariling mga mata,
upang may makita,
upang may makapitan,
upang may tumugon.
Patawarin. Pasensya.
Walang tao rito.


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