Blind Lover

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I was blind when I met you

I could not see how bad or good looking you were

All I could do was feeling you in my touch

Listening to your voices, your laugh, your sigh

In my blindness, I had painted you beautifully in my mind

I loved to be with you every day, every hour, every minute

Coz every moment with you was magical

I forgot the whole world

Everytime you called my name

Then a yard of spring flowers blossomed in my heart

Butterflies flies upon the flowers everytime you kissed me

That feeling called ‘love’ blossomed wildly there

I was extremely happy

My blindness was nothing with you being mine

Then one day my eyes could see

I looked for you, you were nowhere to find

My world turned dark

As I could see it clearly now

There is no you, nor your love

I was blind so did my love to you.

 

VZ

Dili, 19/02/2018

 

 

 

 

 

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For A Bun of Bread

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Do wake up early before the sunrise

Get yourself ready to school

Do study hard everyday and do not you be lazy

Because only with all of this

One day you will earn a bun of bread in your hand

And so my mum advised me.

Later as I grow up, I got a decent job after spending many years at school and college.

Mum said ‘see, you did earn your one bun of bread now’.

I smiled briefly but then inside me, I realized that I am longing for another bun of bread. Perhaps the one that I have not found yet.

VZ

Dili, 16/1/2018

Ginger Tea

 

 

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My love is like a ginger tea

Though I have taken the ginger out

Its taste remains

and I felt so hard to spill it out

Though I could

Because it is not the will of the tea to be mixed with ginger

Thus, even though I do no like it

I have to sip it till the last drop.

VZ,

Dili, 15/1/2018

 

A CONCERT OF POP MUSIC AT THE HEART OF THE CITY

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What do you see during the concert of pop music at heart of the city?

 

Is it the setting of the stage where the blinking lights are all around?

 

Is it the unstoppable speech of the host?

 

The native and foreign singers who sing with their beautiful voices?

 

The dancers who shake themselves in an amazing style?

 

Or, the crowds who surface like ants?

 

As for me. I am not only looking at these things.

 

Eyes of mine supposed to only look straightforward, yet they draw me to see a five-year-old boy holding a bunch of five balloons and selling them around.

 

Then, a father holding her little daughter buys a pink balloon from the five-year-old boy who sold the balloon. The father gives the balloon to her daughter. The little girl laughs out excitedly.

 

After that, a woman came along and took the little girl from her father. She kissed her daughter with laughter.

 

The three of them stand right in front of me holding the pink balloon they just bought and watching the concert of pop music at the heart of the city.

 

Now, I am the one who cannot see that concert of pop music at the heart of the city.

 

VZ

Largo Lecidere, Dili, Timor-leste, August 29, 2017

The Sky of Tonight is Gloomy

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Beloved…

Look up to the sky

That sky of tonight is gloomy

No stars… no moon

Only darkness wraps the heart

That trembles of longing for you so much

Do you also feel it?

Beloved…

The seat beside me is empty

As it waits for your shadow to fill in

Together, we would face the coldness of the night’s wind

We would be talking again

About all those unfinished feelings
We would be witnessing again

How the tremor of this longing had shaken us

We would be unifying the tremble of our hearts

Into a most solid and tightest embrace

We would be sharing the magnificence together for tonight

In a sweetest kiss ever

You and me, together we would be wrapping our souls with this warmth

You and me, together we would be looking up to this night’s gloomy sky

But…

How can all this happen if you do not come along?

Beloved…

The sky of tonight is gloomy

So does my heart.

VZ, Lospalos, January 3rd, 2017.

Honesty is Very Expensive!

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Honesty is very expensive!
To be honest in a truth is very costly
As you walk according to the counsel of truth
You will get insults, hatred
People say ‘how arrogant you are, how stupid you are, how you do not know anything.
Step aside!’
‘Do not you be so self-righteous! Do not you be so sanctimonious!
Let the lies rule over everything to go smoothly!
Who are you to confront?

Really my brothers and sisters …
Lying is cheap and easy and keeps everything go smooth
We are sweet to each other
We call each other ‘friends’
But who wants to punish his heart to death?
Is it you or me?


My brothers and sisters…
Honesty for the truth is expensive
But it is the one who gives freedom of life!

 

VZ, March 24, 2016

An Office Colleague

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When you are here, it is noisy.

When you are not here, it is tranquil and mute.

When you are not here, there is no trouble.

When you are here, there will be trouble.

Yet from the trouble you brought with you, it had made us find the solution together.

You, noisiness, trouble and solution, we never let go of each other.

#2

It is no use for you to continue to tell everyone a fiery story about the ugliness and bad deeds of someone in order to impress your listeners. Probably it does sound amazing telling those stories. However, one day, neither you shall be infallible of mistakes.

O, my friend, the human being is indeed not perfect at all.

 

VZ, Dili, 2016

My Young Brother’s Birthday

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My young brother had his birthday today

There was no birthday cake, no candles to blow

Only some words of hope and prayers

‘Happy birthday my young brother.

May the day bring you more joy and happiness

May you grow as great man for your world

May your future be bright as the sunshine

 

To My little bro Dino

VZ, 16 April 2017