by Hasan Aspahani
1. Is prison only behind walls and iron bars or is it also in a free land that wants to be erased from history and maps? 2. Is killing possible only by the army and with weapons or also from the silence of the person who should speak? 3. What fears are now making you unable to feel the fear of hundreds of thousands of people whose homes burned, as well as mosques and rice fields left behind? 4. Can not you just imagine what they want to do is go home, study, and sit on the edge of the bed waiting for the dying mom? 5. Is it still beautiful that peacock dance when in between the tail feathers prepare army troops opened fire on people who do not understand why they must be expelled or die? 6. Do you want to once again get The Nobel Peace Prize for something you have to do that I should not mention in this question?
"There is no god," And I believed in Him.
I a m hungry, therefore I am - Garfield
IN prayer he will never utter it waits for the rain of milk, a heavy rain, because of him the cat with thirsty tongue, see with its own eye, when mother was disappear. In prayer he never dared to ask it wants a fishy fish neck, the smell of a fisherman, no care about salt salinity, or its own sweat. In prayers he will never say it expected the lap, the fire on that stove warm, and maybe also sear.
WHAT is the color deserted? He hides from the eye catch, over time, blooming orange gerbera, we plant it in the wounded land.
What is the scent of lonely? Blood that does not drip, the sap that does not flow from gerbera stalk wound, when we pick it. What is the taste of lonely? Leaves fall not brewed, imagined what is dissolved in our cups, which once did not get to the petals gerbera.
Me and the drizzle
Are two different things Who loves every strand of your hair. Me and the moon Are two different things Who hopes to fall in the pool of your eyes. Me and the air shiver Are two different things Who wants to marry all your embrace.
Dua Hal Berbeda
Aku dan gerimis adalah dua hal berbeda yang mencintai setiap helai rambutmu. Aku dan rembulan adalah dua hal berbeda yang berharap terjatuh dalam kolam matamu. Aku dan gigil udara adalah dua hal berbeda yang ingin menikahi segenap dekapmu.
Pick up my call For the sky will fall And the last thing I want to hear Is your soul.
(Original version - Indonesian)
Nada Sambung Tolong angkat teleponku sebab langit akan runtuh dan suara terakhir yang ingin kudengar adalah suaramu.
HE stroked a white cat. The cat slowly turns into a cloud. He was about to cup the cloud but the whole cloud came into his eyes. She became sleepy and fell asleep.
The cloud that had entered his eyes became cloudy outside his eyelids. He dreams about a sheet of sky that will rain. Then woke up with slightly wet eyelashes. But it was not the tears. HE: Who cried in my eyes last night? He did not see, the cat or the cloud wanted to answer but they were stuck in a holy book that on one page of inserted a brochure course an easy way to reach the paradise that has been long past the date of its operation.