Angin

I rest my destiny on the wind

Aku adalah sang kelana

Menjelajah liar semak-semak mawar

Meliuk-liuk indah di atas pucuk nyiur

Menebar ruap ombak di bahu-bahu pantai

Mengecup pasir di savana terik.

Aku adalah sang pembawa nasib

Bagi daun kering yang sempoyongan

Bagi jiwa-jiwa kerdil nan rapuh

Kuajak mereka menunggangi angkasa

Lalu kujatuhkan di atas bangkai kota mati

Kumainkan mereka sesukaku

Aku adalah sang kuasa

Berdiri angkuh di ujung musim

Berontak keji pada bumi

Hingga alam berwujud mayat

Dan batu nisan beranak pinak

Aku adalah sang abstrak

Jangan tanya seperti apa warna bola mataku

Karena Tuhan tidak pernah memberiku mata

Jangan tanya seperti apa sayapku

Karena aku bukan malaikat

Jangan tanya seperti apa rupaku

Karena aku adalah angin…………..

Bandung, November 26, 2010

By Martina Herawatiningsih

Untuk Sahabatku

Aku dan sahabatku

Kau datang pada suatu malam

Berdiri kaku di mulut pintu

Tubuhmu kuyup mengabarkan dingin

Air hujan meretas jejak paras rembulanmu

Kristal-kristal air telah meminang tulang pipimu yang sabit

Aku datang pada suatu malam

Kuseka bekas bulir hujan di wajahmu

Kupintal senyuman termanis serupa kecupan

Kurajut hangat untuk kau dekap

Lalu ku mainkan irama rintik pengantar tidur

Kau pun terlelap pada suatu malam

Aku masih melihat gurat lelah di pelipismu

Bentuknya persis seperti bunga randak kapas kesukaanku

Sungguh, aku tak mampu beranjak

Hingga kau benar-benar bermimpi indah

The Best Angle of Childhood

 

When I first saw the photo, I couldn’t stop laughing. It is very nice shot. The 12-naked boys stand in line on the edge of bund. None of them try to wrap their genital. They look so confident with the way they pose. Even they seem to love exposing their cute small “dick”. Yeah…Maybe, it because they are still under 10. Each of them has so funny angle. Let me show you how I interpret those angles. I’ll begin from the far left to the right. The boy with protruding stomach appears to be the coolest one since he has very arrogant expression without a flash of smile. If I make speaking-balloon effect upon his head, probably he will say “hey, girl, take a look my hair style, so Christian Sugiono right?..”  Okey, let’s go to the next one. By lifting his left hand with curly hand touching cheek and other hand raise one thumb, he looks so cutie. A glimpse of smile makes his loose tooth be exposed. It doesn’t matter, boy, you still the sexiest candidate. Come on, let’s move to the brightest boy. Uuuuu..h he puts his right hand upon his semi-bald head and the left one rests on his small waist. Boy, I give you five thumbs up if I can. Thinking you’ll be the next top American Model, hah?. Hahhaha..Don’t worry, little cutie, just dream as high as sky, Pa Karno told once. The forth boy from left has so skinny but powerful feature. Despite no particular pose he shows, he still appears so joyful with the capture. The tallest boy with hand on waist opens their legs apart that there’s enough room for us to see the “baby”. In the center, there is a boy hooking his hands each other. He looks so chill but so happy with the click of camera. The next one appears so religious since he places his hand as if he does Takbirotul Ihram. I guess he is the son of Zainudin MZ. The fifth boy from the right shows such a natural angle. By closing his legs narrowly, he stands firmly like skyscraper building. On the contrary, his neighbor tries to be cute by resting his two hands on the right shoulder. Waw. Not bad, boy. But, please give the capturer very warm smile. Now, let’s turn to the most familiar hair style. Boy, are you the son of Aziz Gagap? You have very awesome tuft. Hehehehe. The next boy looks like a high functionary. “Hey, boy, you have very amazing stomach that matches your forehead. Hehehe, just kidding”. The last boy seems to be less excited. However,” you deserve standing applause, guy for posing so bravely”.

Ten years from now, would you be willing to give us the same pose, kids?

Dandelion

Just let me fly

Dawn breaks,

Very tiny flower cries for the first time

Sun rises,

Very tiny flower smiles for a bright world

She opens her glittering eyes

Her white flower head keep swinging

She plays with the wind

Dancing over the breeze of Yorkshire

She goes away with canary

Twitting like the daughter of The Rainbow Lorikeet

She flies to the endless sky

Making friend with the Sagarmatha 

She visits angels in heaven

Chanting over the chocolate river

Sun sets,

Very tiny flower is back from her picnic

She brings seven colors of rainbow,

A pair of silky wing and

A package of God’s candy

She is Dandelion

She is me

Bandung, November 23, 2010

By Martina Herawatiningsih 

Created when the smell of breeze dances playfully under bluish sky