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.

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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 

THE NIGHT OF HOLY THURSDAY

 

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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?

VZ
Baucau, 13.04.2017

Rosary of A Rural Lady

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Photo: A Timorese local woman

You live in a peaceful village

You grow along with the nature of the green mountains

Learn to follow the rules and the wisdom of the ancestors.

 

In the morning, the cockcrow of the roosters wake you up

Yet the sunshine has not risen yet.

You go to the kitchen, lighting up the hearth and it smokes out

Later, a hot pitcher of an aromatic coffee is ready to serve

With some freshly boiled cassava roots

It’s morning already’ you said to everyone…

 

You live in a hut made of palm leaves and trunk.

For your children, it is the most beautiful palace ever.

Because you are always there for them, every day and night

To shelter your children with love.

 

To the spring fountain, you go there to take the water.

Even it is quite far to walk.

Filling the whole water pot, you carry it on your head.

To the farm and rice field, you go

To secure the food for your household

With palm leaves, you weave the winnower, mat, and basket

To contain the goods that belong to your house.

 

You live with all your strength to serve

Sometimes you become weak and powerless

Yet still, you rise soon afterward.

 

‘The night is coming…’

You summon everyone to gather

In a table with an ample of food

You fulfill their hunger, thirst, and fatigue.

Then, still there you sit

Listening and seeing them talk

Measuring their mind and soul,

Feeling their burden and relieve.

 

Today has passed away

Yet still, you believe that tomorrow is coming

Despite you do know not what it will bring.

You do ask not a lot of things

You do aspire not a high dream.

As to you, it is enough

If the future of your children could be bright

Though someday, you might not be there at all….

Dedicated to Timor-Leste rural mothers…
Vitalia Ze, Dili, October 15,  2014

My Heart And Your Name

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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.

VZ, Dili,  2nd December 2016

Little Star

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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.

Good night, Little Star…

VZ, Dili, March 13th, 2016 

I Would Say So

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I feel a desire for you

and I would say so

I live without love, alone

and I would say so

I would say so

and tell you the truth.

VZ, Dili, March 7th, 2017

Emptyness

Why does this heart feel so empty? 
Despite all the beautiful things it has for companions?
Among all the conversation, laughter and friendship
Still, there is only emptiness remains.
 
Within the loudness,
I feel everything becomes mute.
Within the muteness,
I hear the loudness yells.
A smile crafted in my face,
Yet the tears and grief fully seal my heart.
 
Oh, the Conqueror of my heart…
What have you done to me? 
Till it becomes hard for me to turn back?
 
At wherever I am,
To wherever I go,
Only your shadow remains there
With  an open arms waiting for me
To enfold me with the hugs.
 
Oh, the dear of my heart …
When could the miracle open its eyes to us?
Because my heart is becoming withered
By holding on this expectation.

VZ,  Dili, December 18th, 2014

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