Is a heart who just lost its half
Staring at the twilight
With nostalgic songs
playing in the background
Eyes holding the tears
Hidden in a pretty smile
Longing terribly inside
Is a ringing phone
From a worried wife
To her taxi driver husband
Working all night
With almost no chance
To grab something
To eat or to drink
Is a lonely soul
Despite not alone
Feeling lost in the crowd
Waiting and guessing
When would that soulmate came?
-Metiaut, Dili. 13 July 2019
(Christ the King of Dili). It is a 27.0-metre-high (88.6 ft) statue of Jesus located atop a globe in Dili, Timor-Leste. The statue was designed by Mochamad Syailillah, who is better known as Bolil. The statue was officially unveiled by Suharto in 1996 as gift from the Indonesian Government to the people of East Timor, which at that time was still a province, the twentieth seventh province of Indonesia. The statue nowaday is one of the main tourist attractions in Timor-Leste. It located on a top of the hill located at southern part of Dili and from the top of that hill you can enjoy the view of turquoise blue beach with white sand from each side.
This beach namely Area Branca (White Sand) beach can be seen at the rightside from the top of Cristo Rei statue hill. To reach to this beach one can use Microlet no. 12 (minivan type of vehicle for public transportation) which cost $ 0.25 or by taking yellow or blue taxi that may charge around $ 5 USD depends on the distance from where you stop the taxi.
This beach can be seen leftside from Cristo Rei statue and is named Dolok Oan beach. To go there, one can go through a downstair way from Cristo Rei hill.
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Talita kum, my Soul
For you are the true essence
Of my abstract life
The basic substance
on the fuel of my machine body
With you I found my reason to live
Talita kum, my mind
For you are the fuel
That joints all my body spareparts
I know I am not a merely a fucking life machine.
Talita kum, my body
For you are the outer body part of me, a machine
I am a machine designed for life
To entertain life is my aim
But I am more than a machine
I do not wanted to be machine at all
So go fight that controller
Beat it to your feet
Let you be its controller
Talita kum… talita kum..
Oh my body
and my soul.
It’s 10 pm, you already fell asleep
It’s 12 am, and my mind cannot sleep
I tossed to left, I tossed to right
Still I cannot get myself right
On this cotton bed cover
I shed my tears, getting myself uncover
I know you do hear me sobbing
But your ears may have no opening
Here, in our bedroom, I am crying
But here, also in our bedroom, you remain deafening.
I like Argentina.’
‘You like Brazil?‘
‘He likes France.’
‘She likes Germany.’
‘We like Italy…’
‘You like Mexico?’
‘They like Portugal.’
‘Each of us with our preferences, right?’
Every night, here we gather
In front of a TV screen belongs to a decent neighbour.
Watching the soccer match starts
scanning who the players are
judging how well they perform
betting which team will won at last
Yelling when one shoots the goal
Cursing when one cannot make it
Counting the time slot, analyzing the penalty, describing the match. Dramatically.
‘It is fun. It is intense. Stimulating. Dissappointing’. Everybody comment.
For almost a month will we bound to this gathering
As this is the month of World Cup
With a hot Timor coffee served in the plastic cup
By the mumbling wife of the TV owner.