The Jamu Vendor In The Cow Cart

 And I imagined a lovely jamu vendor, in former times, walking bare foot, jumping nimbly into an empty, open cow cart, without asking permission to the driver.

As a beautiful flower, princess, she stands as there were no seats.

As a lovely fairy she offers him a drink, while riding slowly along a lonely road together to her “desa”, village.

                           

What a surprise, what a delight, what a precious treasure he has got in his cart.

So Sang My Lover

I don’t care,

Your ring, your vows, your oaths

to other women giveth

But your love

to me,

Tir, la, la, la.

What’s The Use Of Marrying Were …

Most love stories end with “and they lived as happily ever after.”

They almost do not tell what happened after they got married.

And I mused, what’s the use of marrying were it only the highest point of happiness in life and then drop, decline, instead of growing richer, rising.

What is a happy marriage without having to face the storms of life, of wars and peace, of fidelity and infidelity, ... but a dull, boring, safe haven?

Yet I believe, were you lucky, that it may grow richer, even without being forced to be faithful by God, the church, the law, except, unless you have a petty love or no love left.

Were I As Rich As A Rockefeller

Exasperated, as I couldn’t publish my writings in a magazine, news paper. That was just some fifty years ago.

I was then day-dreaming to hang my writings anonymously on gas balloons and have them flowing, flying in the wind for someone to find and read them.

But the thought dawned on me were I as rich as a Rockefeller, to hang on my balloons ten-dollar notes and cheques of thousand dollars instead and fly them all over the country.

Shoot them! What fun. Ha.ha.