May 14, 2011
parkiran
Dan jika saya membuka buat kamu dan anda, tolong pelintirkan jarumnya di rambut saya. Tapi, tidak. Bukannya kamu benci kain lurus yang tidak banyak tertawa, dan anda mual melihat kutu ketiak mereka yang berkeringat?
May 5, 2011
May 4, 2011
Remember that Mediterranean beaches? The green sands of salty seaweeds- that humble and warm nakedness in people. Kids embrace all longing for hundred years of stories.
And all the nearly unending paved roads of names. Those kind bearded men of harmonicas and accordions. The endless beer toast. Streets may cold in time, but everyone's strong enough to wait.
Oh, that small brick church of lanterns.
You remember those murmuring French cafés. People learned themselves joy in books and silent observations.
I barely know anything about the gypsies.
And all the nearly unending paved roads of names. Those kind bearded men of harmonicas and accordions. The endless beer toast. Streets may cold in time, but everyone's strong enough to wait.
Oh, that small brick church of lanterns.
You remember those murmuring French cafés. People learned themselves joy in books and silent observations.
I barely know anything about the gypsies.
April 16, 2011
A warm sprawl. Entah sunyi berarti bisikan bossa dengan lirik Jawa dari radio berantena bengkok, teh tawar yang selalu gratis; entah berarti kayu-kayu reyot (yang seperti disembunyikan dari hingar-bingar kebaruan) dan asbak yang tidak pernah bersih, atau terpal bocor di atas temaram lampu yang cukup lima watt saja. Hangat, saya jadi tidak perlu marah kalau susu jahe terlambat disajikan; tidak marah kalau teteh sedikit terdistraksi sinetron di televisi dapur. Suwun, cak- semuanya bisa menunggu.
Rasanya ingin bayar lebih.
April 11, 2011
beauty;
if it cannot lie only within bright, pale faces of men, is it as unreachable as yellow and white stars and veiled clouds? does it, to men, always imply pains- tearing tattoos and godly scars? is it complex? is it a mere heaven only men can falsely depict? could such innuendo be burdened? do we own it? do You?
if it cannot lie only within bright, pale faces of men, is it as unreachable as yellow and white stars and veiled clouds? does it, to men, always imply pains- tearing tattoos and godly scars? is it complex? is it a mere heaven only men can falsely depict? could such innuendo be burdened? do we own it? do You?
April 5, 2011
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