Oleh Pungkit Wijaya
Previously I never write notes anymore, but why today I wanted to write. because the sun seemed to burn the clock. My hair is falling like the cherry blossoms in the season of longing. Vague age is reduced when the dry on my body has arrived. Maybe this “Summers night”. And alone like a fog in the sky.
Life is a night, no love of money becomes wet. love is rooted in my sweet finger coat. Had I thought if you sent to me. Of course you would say no. Why do you respond like that. Do not know what the saying, I was delirious in a dream last night. But I never dreamed about the sea. send a restless sea waves, sea sends waves to the shore. Tidal sea, if you know me like the sea tonight.
Therefore, I wanted to write in solitude, the longing and quiet nights, when rain. There’s what I feel after years of change, feeling that the thought of things that are not important, the feelings will blossom like a fog, dusk or shawl. Why there are heavy in the hearts and minds or in motion steps that I feel. with seems I have to sail the sea while sipping all the drizzle that was still shed in my eyes.
On the other hand, we do sometimes we do not ever expect again. but raining when I’m lazy sometimes we can not a take.maybe that’s life, we can not interpret. Sometimes it feels not feel real sometimes. Sometimes a lot of free time to write only in out-spent by the time the boring, no idea or anything. Hopefully this summer vacation I like the bright moon.
Alun-alun Paris, 2011.
