"Desert Rose"

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burnsI realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in painI dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

nature

somewhere in Aceh, after tsumani, Desember 26th, 2004

Nature teaches more than she preaches. There are no sermons in stones.

It is easier to get a spark out of a stone than a moral.

( John Burroughs, 1837 - 1921 )

It's not motorcycle, it's.....

Men may change their climate, but they cannot change their nature.

A man that goes out a fool cannot ride or sail himself into common sense.

( Joseph Addison, 1672 - 1719 )

"Namaku Agam"

“Negeriku adalah sebuah puisi yang gundah,

dikhianati masa lalu dan semua masa depan

Negeriku adalah nyanyian yang gamang

Mencari kata-kata diantara kebisuan kemanusiaan

Namaku Agam namaku Inong

Bagai anjing kami diburu

Karena sejarah yang kehilangan arah

Karena tangan kami lemah

Kami lari ke gunung dimangsa binatang

Kami lari ke kota dimangsa kebinatangan

Aku ingin mengembara di negeri-negeri asing

Mencari nama dan alamat rumah kami yang hilang

Terbakar diantara sejarah yang sungsang“

(“Namaku Agam” – Puisi Jhon, putra Acheh asal Gayo)

Hujan

So...it's night, saturday night...
hujan masih turun....meski cuma rintik-rintik, hampir seminggu ini Banda Aceh di guyur hujan, pagi, siang, malam, subuh.....
kadang-kadang dapet bonus gempa, lumayan lah buat melatih kewaspadaan....
Klo udah hujan, selalu ingat lagu November Rain - nya Gun's N Roses, cuma bedanya ini masih Oktober....
but it's ok, rain still rain, song still song......

Sunshine is delicious,

rain is refreshing,

wind braces us up,

snow is exhilarating;

there is really no such thing as bad weather,

only different kinds of good weather.

( John Ruskin, 1819 - 1900 )