the guest

knock! knock!

"who's that?"
"opportunity!"
"can't be!"
"why not?"
"oppotunity knocks only once!"

speeding cars

myanmar, flores island, china and home. these are four places from where and about where i keep receiving news these days.

the mailboxes and the inboxes are filled with sentences explaining about the colors and the songs, the shouts and the smells from those locations.

the news keep coming like speeding cars, from everywhere, as if the news were made of light.

before we go...

it was taken on the top of a birdwatching tower in the middle of a frozen forest, somewhere in the north.

thousands

out of the thousands
who are known,
or who want to be known
as poets,
maybe one or two
are genuine
and the rest are fakes,
hanging around the sacred precincts
trying to look like the real thing.

needless to say
I am one of the fakes,
and this is my story...

vareed zakaria

a friend of mine is a paparazzi. i noticed this fact after she took this picture, and commenting "some are so into it". she took the picture more than a year ago. it was very recently that i discover this. it's quite a shot, i think. don't you think so, yantje?

victory

this is a great time from where we'd start.

A time for freedom. we have our long holiday, yes finally. the fasting is over. and it's time for family reunion. people are leaving this city to gather with their darling ones. some go by cars, others prefer train or plane. and there are growing many who chose to ride motorcycle.

this is a perfect time to finish our unfinished meal. to sip the last drops of our coffee. read the last pages of that book we left since a while ago. to complete the unspoken sentence we always mean to tell. to return the call we have received. and to dream the dream once again.

and as this is also a time for forgiving, I'd think it will be proper to let go some burdens we always carry within our hearts.

springsteen's blood brother

We played king of the mountain out on the end
The world come chargin´ up the hill, and we were women and men
Now there´s so much that time, time and memory fade away
We got our own roads to ride and chances we gotta take
We stood side by side each one fightin´ for the other
We said until we died we´d always be blood brothers.....