Your death shall not make us wear black. We shall wear yellow-- the yellow of our flag's sun, the yellow of its rays.
In this orphaned land we shall remember your yellow dress, the yellow ribbons, the L-sign of your lifted hands.
Our hearts mourn for your passing away. Our lips continue to give thanks and pray.
On earth you have given us freedom. And so, ascend to the heavens and soon send us a rainbow. You are Mother, Icon, Saint. God has made for you and for us another shade of yellow.
Your white glove now reminds me of a dove with wounded wings, released from the cage of your life's many painful dramas.
Free, flying, perhaps moonwalking now, you are somewhere singing new songs with angels. While here I am left in tears with your classic evergreens and enigma.
Dance and sing for me again, Michael, will you? There's no one else like you I can find.
King of Pop, amaze me one more time even on the dancefloor of my mind.
Railways and trains and peddled water are the icons on our minds as we wait for you to return with a miracle.
The stars are dimming, waiting for you, the Superstar to reappear in the murky firmament. You, again glorious, visible.
Come back here where voices are often shrill and piercing. Come back singing with your voice even more golden than the sunrises and sunsets of our waiting.
Return with eyes riveting, cast a glance on our silver screen that is fading. Perform wonders again with potrayals of Woman, even of Man. Blow them away again.
You’ve had your crucifixions, our Superstar. You have bled enough. Many still believe in your resurrection.
And in your homecoming, it will be us who shall offer you waters of devotion.
Ginintuan mong tinig ay pumailanlang Mula noon ikaw ay naging tampulan Payak daw ang iyong anyo at may kaliitan Kulay mo ay lupa, kayumangging kaligatan
Walang pagbabadya ang iyong kasikatan Buong sambayanan ay naalimpungatan Namumukod-tangi ang angking kaibahan Akala ng karamihan ay panandalian lang
Sa puting tabing ikaw ay nanggising Inilarawan mo ay buhay namin na magiting Pasang-krus na ang bigat ay pasalin-salin May kurot sa puso kung aming dadamhin
Buhay mo ay isang bukas na aklat Bawat pahina ay kaabang-abang Masaya at malungkot ang mga kabanata Ang unos ay tila walang katapusan Nadadapa ngunit muli’t muling bumabangon May pulot na aral ang bawat pagkakamali Sa kahinaan ay umuusbong ang bagong lakas Tuwina’y bukas ang pag-asa na may laang ngiti
Aming Inang bayan huwag kalimutan Tunay na sining mula sa iyo ay pasalamatan Kamkamin at pagyamanin sapagkat ito’y kayamanan Kasama ng iyong alamat na nakaguhit na sa kasaysayan
Maraming kahapon na ang lumipas May mga bukas pa na haharapin Ngunit hindi mawawala Hindi rin magbabago Paghanga at pagmamahal namin Ay sa iyo pa rin . . .
Mahal naming Nora Aunor Sa iyo ang huling halakhak Sa iyo ang walang katapusang palakpak Natatangi at ubod-ningning na bituin Ikaw pa rin . . . Sa iyo pa rin . . .
****** Noranians are people smitten by a talent extraordinaire: Ms. Nora Aunor, a singer with golden voice, world-class film artist, cultural icon, living legend—the ultimate multimedia Superstar of the Philippine entertainment industry.
Noranians are SUPERSTARstruck.
This is their page to celebrate their identity as Noranians.
****** Noranians may share here their impression of Nora Aunor; any trivia on her music, performances, or other works; their own stories as Noranians. E-mail contributions to superstarstruck@gmail.com.