Monday, December 10, 2012

Minum bicara gitar

Hisap rokok, hisap curut
Minum bicara gitar sampai pagi.
Angin tiup, nyamuk gigit
Sampai pagi
Sampai pagi
Sampai pergi

Memory

It has been exactly 1 year since my last update.

Memory
You played on your old cds and those songs playing
Your veins shrunk a bit when it came to the bridge
Leaving you in a state of blunderness

The salty smell came across your mind,
The wind fanning both of you and your bare foots

The last moment
That last wave and hug
Hug and shrug,
You have to let go with the most heavy feeling
Too hard it is too hard
To leave and to walk away
To remain in the familiarity
But this time without the laughter and the beautiful eyes
Of the other you
The other you from the other side of the world
Magical.