If ... You Certainly Must Be Deaf And Blind

If ... You Certainly Must Be Deaf And Blind

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GhcmHQ9WEow

If you, believers, unbelievers, do not love it, then you certainly must be deaf and blind. Ha. Ha.

That is, without knowing who is the composer,  the choir conductor, the title, which choir sang, the views in You Tube ... When you’re not prejudiced by fame, name, views, opinions ... yet, tell the world, you really love it, then you’re brave.

Thanks to mejpye who uploaded this.

January 2014

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To My Readers

To My Readers

Why should I write you, dear reader, dear angel, were you deaf and blind?

No need to write a “like” on my posts as I know you love it. Except, write, when it’s bad, you don’t like, love me anymore. Ha. Ha.

Yet, I really like your “like”, though you don’t like my post, as it feels like a dear, warm hello.

January 2014

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Music

Music

A song, a symphony is music in sounds. Thoughts, poetry, literature is music in words. A painting is music in line and colors. So said my Choir Conductor.

January 2014

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Your Kiss, That’s Something

Your Kiss, That’s Something

What’s “Happy New Year, Merry Christmas, Happy Birthday?” Nothing. Just words. Your kiss, that’s something. Ha. Ha. So e mailed Opa Johan his lovely granddaughter.

January 2014

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Cilenggang

Cilenggang

This is Cilenggang, as I picture it in words, for I hadn’t got a camera then:

Just by going down a path through a bamboo-wood, I got a captivating view of Eden’s garden in a valley below.

And as Adam, my eyes, delightedly, enjoyed to see a verdant earth, a waterfall on the hills far away and the rice fields near below. My feet tripped, danced along a winding path, following a brook with rich vegetation bordering the sides and lovely, laughing, washing, bathing nymphs and women. My ears feasted on sounds of falling water in the rice fields and fishponds.

I deeply breathed the pure fresh air, I bought me cendol (gelatin drops in iced sweet coconut milk) of a vendor, sitting somewhere lingering on a trunk, my heart so grateful, rapturously singing, though it was just in Cilenggang, not in Bali, the island of the Gods.

And that was but some twenty years ago – perhaps some of you are not yet born - and now they’re no more. Who would miss them?

September 2012

January 2014

This is my book. You can read it.

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