Long time ago, when I was still a child, I loved to see the white cloud floating up in the sky. I was curious on how that white cloud could always float that way and did not fall.
When I heard people saying that the cloud falls back to the earth as rain, I continued to not believe that the rain is the cloud that turned itself.
Today, when crissing this cloud and looking at them through the galass window, I still admire how this cloud that from the down there my eyes saw as a solid form can be penetrated by the aiplanewithout destroying it.
This cloud keeps floating as usual. Perhaps, it is the same with my hope that I shall have.
On the Sky of Dili-Oecusse, 6/2018
Every morning, the universe pour the hot wisdom tea from its teapot to my small tea glass.
I have to wait till it gets warm before I could sip it slowly to finish.
Sometimes, I also have to blow it so I can inhale its smell.
If I drink it at one gulp, then I will not truly feel its sweetness.
One day, everything will reveal itself
The beauty, the ugliness
Both at the same time
Then you will come by
Admiring both of them.
Karimbala (Maliana), 15/6/2018
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.
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.
Largo Lecidere, Dili, Timor-leste, August 29, 2017
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