alive

The future comes alive today
in the form of just one hand
in the fertility of this lush land

wondering if i ever have to play the instrument

wondering if i ever have to play the instrument
the way my pa lulled the tree to sleep at night
i don't have the talent like that of a man in hamelin
but let me get ir right and then i'll let you in
to sip some soup i made out of the harvest of my garden

wondering if i ever have to play the instrument
what song will i play first to the eager ears
what will pa say about my playing technique?
in the middle of the song will i lose my audience?
i know i have the voice but it don't match the instrument

la la la la la
la la la la la
la la la la la
la....

wondering if i ever have to play the instrument

plung

it ain't my business
but they name the tree after me
they name the new species
after me
like me

a joke
an honor
a joking honor

but the tree is like me
beautiful
and people are crazy
about me
about me

a joke
an honor
a honoring joke

so i let them name it after me

triumphant yet troubled

lit by expectation and the soft eastern wind
so high the feeling was, like creeping rose vine
trying to reach the poles that train it
or like a caterpillar, trying to find wisdom
in the pages of the leaves

he knows his destiny is written on the leaves

his stomach gets full yet the leaves are still
uncountable
abundant, if you will

like the insect that clings to the single vine
so my heart knows you're there
ever touchable
sometimes think that's unfair

but i conquer the urge to find wisdom
in your habitat, your kingdom
let alone your closet of fashion

he don't own the vine he's clinging to
like my heart--invisibly--clings to you
but whose heart owns yours?
whose eyes gaze at yours?

my hope for you is ever blooming
my hope for you is ever bloooooming

yeah
yeah
yeah

unlike the caterpillar, i understand the meaning of abundance
i will dance dance and dance around the table
then i will above this garden transcend

the meaning of abundance

yeah
yeah

Sniff Sniff

I love the smell of:
essential oil in orange peel
Biasa store
Apple shampoo
Kefir lime
Lemon grass
Fresh cut grass sprinkled with heavy rain drops
Fresh from the oven breads
Arabica coffee powder
Freshly crushed mint leaves
Gas station
Synthetic melon essence
Basil, especially basil leaves with sambal Unyil’s Mom prepared to us eat
with that mysterious white-meated fish
Sambal Mami made for us to eat that golden brown scaly smoked fish
Crushed young guava shoots
Kuah bakso, so spicy esp that with clove and lots of pepper powder
Fried capsicum (after the sneeze inducing phase)
Fried garlic
And lots more

Пастораль

K человеку, который пробуждал мою тоскy
Мою сентиментальность, меланхолию

Во имя красоты природы, Monsieur
Ваши прекрасные слова, я слушаю

Сезон он хорошо знал их:
Тепло весны, кокетливый Святоянский ночи
И осень, которaя всегда поздно пришла
Он сказал, "Зимa знает все радости"

Поэт, который был 38 весны
Oн нарисовал идеальное изображение
В моей голове
Он нарисовал все, со словами:
Олень, лошадь, медведь, луговые
Акация, береза, вишня, река
Смородина, поток, море
Ферме, сирень, Levisticum officinalis

Великий поэт—натуралист!

Он научил меня любить
Он сказал, любовь—олень

Любовь—цветок
Любовь—pанный весный дождь
(Он любил румяные щеки)
Он знал каждый плод земли
Он говорил о них как старые друзья

K человеку, который пробуждал мою тоскy
Мою сентиментальность, меланхолию
Для вас мой стеклo поднимаю! Salute!

(SemSa)

I See Something Fishy!

One morning wakeup at Pulau Peucang to wait for dolphin show. Instead I've got a barracuda show. it was great!