Rizal's own story of his life by José Rizal
My first birthday and my first year in Kalamba.
I was born on the nineteenth day of June 1861, a few days before the full moon. I found myself in a village. I have a few thoughts about the morning sun and that of my parents. That is as much as I remember the day of my baby.
The training I received at the youngest was probably the one that shaped my habit. I vividly remember my first dark night passed into our home's Azotea, it looked like yesterday! It was a night of poetry of sadness and it seemed to be near because today my day is so sad. On a moonlit night, I had dinner at Azotea. My nurse, who, like me so much, used to threaten to leave me in a terrible way. But I could imagine being like a European demon if I didn't eat it.
Editore Maddox Classic Publisher
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