Sometimes in life we have to move.
Move on.
Move forward.
Move up.
MOVE!
Thursday, 13 December 2012
Sunday, 9 December 2012
AKU INGIN MATI DI SISIMU
Ada orang yang menghabiskan waktunya berziarah ke Mekah
Ada orang yang menghabiskan waktunya berjudi di Miraza
tapi aku ingin mati di sisimu sayangku
bicara tentang anjing-anjing kita yang nakal nan lucu
atau tentang bunga-bunga yang manis di lembah mandalawangi
ada serdadu-serdadu Amerika yang mati kena bom di Danang.
Ada bayi-bayi yang mati lapar di Biafra
Tapi aku ingin mati di sisimu, manisku..
Setelah kita bosan hidup dan terus bertanya-tanya..
Tentang tujuan hidup yang tak satu setan pun tahu..
Mari sini sayangku..
Kalian yang pernah mesra, yang pernah baik dan simpati padaku..
Tegaklah ke langit luas atau awan yang mendung..
Kita tak pernah menanamkan apa-apa, kita tak ‘kan pernah kehilangan apa-apa..
SOE HOK GIE
Selasa, 11 November 1969
Ada orang yang menghabiskan waktunya berjudi di Miraza
tapi aku ingin mati di sisimu sayangku
bicara tentang anjing-anjing kita yang nakal nan lucu
atau tentang bunga-bunga yang manis di lembah mandalawangi
ada serdadu-serdadu Amerika yang mati kena bom di Danang.
Ada bayi-bayi yang mati lapar di Biafra
Tapi aku ingin mati di sisimu, manisku..
Setelah kita bosan hidup dan terus bertanya-tanya..
Tentang tujuan hidup yang tak satu setan pun tahu..
Mari sini sayangku..
Kalian yang pernah mesra, yang pernah baik dan simpati padaku..
Tegaklah ke langit luas atau awan yang mendung..
Kita tak pernah menanamkan apa-apa, kita tak ‘kan pernah kehilangan apa-apa..
SOE HOK GIE
Selasa, 11 November 1969
Sunday, 2 December 2012
SERENDIPITY
Some people spend their life to walk.
Some people spend their life to watch.
Some people pass their life by running. I wait.
Only.
To what a life could be..
To what this will end..
To what this share the feel..
To what I regret for years..
To what I stay in guilty..
A poet lives by words.
A poem lives by hands.
Water lives by flux.
The life lives by reason.
You live by who you want.
This written thing echoes miles away could be.
What reason?
What for?
What mean? What life? What of what?
This would be such impossible true of the false.
And the possible false of the true. What could be?
All of those thing. Am trying to say, I still believe in one undiscover thing to be one in one of mine.
Don't! Don't walk to me, don't! Am waiting for the serendipity..
Serendipity..
Some people spend their life to watch.
Some people pass their life by running. I wait.
Only.
To what a life could be..
To what this will end..
To what this share the feel..
To what I regret for years..
To what I stay in guilty..
A poet lives by words.
A poem lives by hands.
Water lives by flux.
The life lives by reason.
You live by who you want.
This written thing echoes miles away could be.
What reason?
What for?
What mean? What life? What of what?
This would be such impossible true of the false.
And the possible false of the true. What could be?
All of those thing. Am trying to say, I still believe in one undiscover thing to be one in one of mine.
Don't! Don't walk to me, don't! Am waiting for the serendipity..
Serendipity..
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