Yesterday… I saw you
On an afternoon before the night came
among the crowd
at the edge of the road
You were sitting alone
I saw a rush in your face
Your eyes looking at something
Perhaps you were waiting for something
Yesterday… I passed in front of you
Surprised and excited to see you again
Then the mouth of mine
called your name right away
and waited for your eyes to find me…
However… nor did your eyes find me at all
Your ears heard none of my call either
You kept standing there
Turning your back
Looking at something else
Thus, I had to get away too
and trying to move on from the moment
Yesterday was just a yesterday
It could not reverse to the present day
Yesterday was just a yesterday
But now I do believe
That tomorrow will be better…
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!
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.
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.
On the night of the Holy Thursday, silent.
The hymns resonated.
Echoing from the cathedral of Baucau city
Sung by people who believe.
I sat alone, silent.
Listening, reading and asking.
After finished the supper with his disciples, what did Jesus do after that?
Whether He will also sit alone in silence like myself and listening to the hymn?
My heart still shakes
When my mouth says your name
When my ears hear your name
When my head reminds me of your name.
On each letter of your name
My pulse beats its rhythm.
Your face painted in my memory
and has not yet lost its colors.
the beautiful memories of you still welded in this mind.
Although time has taken you from my side.
Why do I still feel your steps approach me?
Why do I still feel your touch in my body?
Why do I still see the brown colors of your eyes?
This sleepiness still display your movie in my dreams
Yet I cannot seek for you anymore
Cause the wind of the night had taken you away from me.
Oh.,.. my darling.
I still cannot forget you
Because the heart of mine still beats for you
Whenever I mention your name.
Here comes the night while both my eyes do not yet fall asleep.
In the muteness of the night, I hereby sit and think about how yesterday we met in a temporary eclipse after we have parted for few weeks due to the different rotation we are running.
Last night, together we accompany each other with the stories of yours and mine.
We had the storybook of McQueen and his friend Mater, which is also your favorite movie, got along with us in our reading together session. However, I was the one who read, whereas you only listened and asked questions.
I hope that you were able to pick some lessons from the storybooks I have read to you.
Then, you lingered yourself into my cuddle during some minutes. Before, I used to love counting the duration of this magical moment from one to five. However, you always forbade me to not counting up until you wanted to release me by yourself.
In fact, if only you know, I never want to release you from this beautiful cuddling. The cuddling from two small arms that are so tight yet always strengthens my heart.
The cuddling that empowers me, when I almost give up.
The cuddling that encourages me when I was afraid.
The cuddling that really warms me up when I feel cold.
O Little Star, this cuddling will remain felt here although my rotation has shifted from you.
I beseech you; let your light continue to shine thus it will shine me within these half distances between us.