A Dear Friend

A Dear Friend

No need to talk to.
No need to be witty, interesting, smart, delighting, or entertain him.
I can think my thoughts openly.
For hours, days, years he isn’t bored with me.
He gladly, readily goes with me wherever I go, in rain or shine.
He is delighted with my coming home, without asking distrustful questions.
He is my dog.

Suppose, when I on purpose leave him alone somewhere with the wish that he goes astray, yet will he return happy and gladly, joyfully meet me without hard feelings.

When my acquaintances, my friends, my children and even my wife have left me, my dog will be the last creature to leave me and only then, whenever he has the heart to do so.

Only in the eyes of my dog, am I forever rich, young and good. Where I am, there’s his home.

How I wish Eve could be so dear.

1977

January 2012

Piggy and me

What's So Wonderful

What’s So Wonderful

How wonderful to see “beauty” of Anika Alonzo in Wordpress.com blog and what’s so wonderful is that what is really wonderful always will remain wonderful even though when people say it’s awful and for sale.

January 2011

Nothing To Be Proud Of

Nothing To Be Proud Of

Nothing to be proud of, there’s no joy, shooting (with a camera) a bird in a cage, to fish in your aquarium.

January 2011

"I'm Your's" A Lover Says

“I’m Your’s” A Lover Says

“I’m your’s” a lover says, not “You’re mine.”

January 2011

So Discreet Our Indonesian People

So Discreet Our Indonesian People

As far as I know of, no real Indonesian would ever say “I love you”. It sounds so unashamed, so rude as though one’s  love that’s so subtly shown, expressed, - kiss, fondle with the eyes, with words, ... is not enough but has to be declared openly, to be convincing, believed. We’re so discreet and never really kiss each other than when in private, no one could see, disturb us.

In public women now kiss each other when meeting or leaving each other but that’s not a kiss. It’s cold devoid of love.

In former times they greet with reaching both hands, the “salam”,

to each   other.

To kiss, embrace our child, baby, our mother, our father, our dog

warmly,   lovingly, that’s a real  kiss. 

A woman kissing a woman is nothing at all. There’s no man would ever

kiss a man unless he is not a man.

January 2011

Don't You Ever Become A Decrepit Old Woman Before Twenty

Don’t You Ever Become A Decrepit Old Woman Before Twenty

“Sure, from the outside may I look like an old man, a scarecrow but from the inside am I a young man and am still growing younger. Don’t you ever become a decrepit old woman before twenty. Ha, Ha.”

That’s what Opa Johan said to his 17 year grand daughter while he is almost 82 years.

January 2011

What's So Praiseworthy Of Our Indonesian People

What’s So Praiseworthy Of Our Indonesian People

Once a mother with her baby, boldly, recklessly climbs up into an overcrowded train while she stood about a meter below the entrance as that was her last chance, the last “boat”, train, to save her to return back home.

“Look the train is empty”, says a passenger gladly, happily pointing to the people still standing, walking in the train  while there’s no empty seat anymore. When he sadly, mournfully says “the train is overcrowded” that means he and his wife have to climb up to the train’s roof. While a wealthy woman comments “It’s nice to live in Pondok Indah suburbs but  I can’t stand the many traffic jams on the road to my office in central Jakarta and the train is always overcrowded with filthy people and dirty.

Imagine our people travelling in  overcrowded trains for almost two hours when there’s no toilet.   

January 2012