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 

Who is A Woman for You?

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(Tetum-English translated version poem ‘Se Mak Feto Ba O?’. Dedication to the International Women’s Day on March 8)

I.

When she walks along the street

You gaze at her with lust, and then you whistle and call her ‘beautiful’!

When she does not turn around, you call her ‘arrogant’  

If she does turn around, then in hasty, you turn out mute completely

Like the hand that hides away, right after throwing a stone

If you do want to praise her, dignify her with respect instead.

II.

You call her ‘darling’ then take her to the beach

You promise her the dream of tomorrow in exchange for her trust

In the sweet words, you ask her to give her whole self to you

Somehow, this is not what she actually seeks.

She does need your hands, to push her facing the mystery of tomorrow

Show her instead, how can she not surrender to chase the dream?

III.

You call her ‘daughter’ from your own flesh and blood

Yet your love is greater for the son only

You teach her, that her destiny is to serve

You value her youth with earthly wealth

At the end, she bears the entire burden alone

Because of the one who do not value her with a vow of true love

IV.

You call her ‘wife’, the one who should fear and serve you until her last breath

You are therefore her possessor, as the dowry has been handed over

Indeed, your dowry is no more precious than her soul, a most beautiful soul of all

To you, she is a whole life companion, a companion for your body, heart, and soul

With her faith, hope, and perseverance

Despite most of the times, you throw and slap her with your own fear and anger

With sharp hands and words, you hurt her body and soul

Then you let her heal her pain alone

Why do you not guard her, as does the tree sheltering the flower?

V.

Who is a woman for you?

Have you tried to understand her in your mind and your soul?

What else things you found? Do ask!

VZ, Dili, March  4th,  2016

Siapakah Wanita Bagimu?

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(Puisi terjemahan Tetum-English ‘Se Mak feto ba O?’ Dedikasi untuk Hari Wanita Internasional  March 8)

I

Ketika dia berjalan menyusuri jalanan

Matamu memandangnya bernafsu, kau bersiul dan panggil dia ‘Cantik!’

Ketika dia tak menoleh, kau bilang dia ‘sombong’

Jika dia menoleh, kaupun membisu seketika.

Bagai tangan yang sembunyi habis melempar batu

Bila kau ingin memujanya, muliakanlah dia dengan  hormat.

II

Kau panggil dia ‘kekasih’, kau bawa dia ke pantai

Kau janjikan mimpi hari esok tuk menangkan percayanya.

Dalam manisnya kata, kau minta dia serahkan diri, seluruhnya untukmu.

Tapi bukanlah ini yang dia cari.

Dia butuh tangamu, untuk mendorongnya hadapi misteri hari esok

Tunjukkan padanya, bagaimana agar tak menyerah mengejar mimpi?

III

Kau panggil dia ‘putri’ dari darah dagingmu sendiri

Namun cintamu lebih besar untuk sang putra saja.

Kau ajari dia, bahwa takdirnya adalah melayani

Kau hargakan kemudaannya dengan harta benda duniawi.

Pada akhirnya, dia sendiri yang menanggung semua beban

Oleh sebab seorang yang tak hargai dia dengan janji cinta sejati.

IV

Kau panggil dia ’istri’, patutlah ia takut dan layani kau sampai mati.

Kaulah pemiliknya, sebab mahar telah diserahkan

Padahal maharmu tak lebih berharga dari jiwanya, jiwa yang lebih indah dari segalanya.

Dia temani kau sepanjang hidup, dengan tubuh, hati dan jiwanya

Dengan keyakinan, harapan dan keteguhannya.

Walau sering kau lempar dan tampar dia, dengan takutmu dan amarahmu sendiri

Dengan tangan dan kata-kata tajam kau lukai tubuh dan jiwanya

Lalu kau biarkan dia sembuhkan diri sendirian

Mengapa tidak kau jaga dia seperti pohon menaungi bunga?

V

Siapakah wanita bagimu?

Sudahkah  kau coba pahami dia dalam pikiran dan perasaanmu?

Apa saja yang kau temukan? Tanyalah!

 

VZ, Dili, 4 Maret 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jika KasihMu Serupa Ibu Yang Mengasihi Anaknya

Jika Engkau mengasihiku serupa ibu yang mengasihi anaknya

Kumohon padaMu

Janganlah kasihMu berhenti

Sebab aku adalah seorang anak yang akan selalu menyusahkanMu dengan pikiran, perkataan dan perbuatanku

Sebab itu, jika Engkau hentikan kasihMu sebagaimana seorang ibu yang hendak melupakan anaknya

Maka anak itu akan tersesat….

Villa-Verde, Dili, 26 Februari 2017

(VZ)