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  • A Bench and a Three Stripes Shoes
    Posted at Park Bench Society - “and by the way, I’m Shai…Shai Bastara” I introduce myself. “Merci, I’m Patna Jane” she said as she took the coffee and shakes my hand. “Cool initial…PJ. Can I call you PJ ?” I said grinning. “PJ it is…and you’re Shai, right ?” she grins back at me. “Sometimes in some situation but right now I’m not shy with you” I winked as I sip my coffee...
  • A Cup of Coffee and Sex, Please ?
    Posted at Park Bench Society - Interesting as it is about the history and heritage of coffee I do wonder now if the term “let’s go have coffee” should have a sexual implication attached to it?...
  • A Love Letter
    Posted at Park Bench Society / original post titled Surat Cinta - “You will receive the most beautifully written letter that you ever read” That is what you told me when you said good bye. I was not really listening to you...
  • Elang dan Anjing
    Posted at Park Bench Society - Berdebar jantungku begitu melihat ikon kuning muncul di sebelah kanan bawah layar monitor ku untuk kemudian hilang kembali ke balik taskbar. Sebuah ikon kecil yang menandakan kehadiran satu sosok virtual. Gokil, 5 tahun dan setiap kali ikon itu muncul masih berdebar seperti ini. Dahsyat !...
  • Mutiara Hitam
    Posted at Park Bench Society - Dia masih dalam pelukanku ketika suara motor meraung perlahan berganti menjadi …… bunyi lonceng gereja di salah satu sudut Kota Tua (Old City) di Yerusalem. Suara lonceng itu mengiringi langkah seorang pendeta muda dengan jubah hitam panjang yang berjalan cepat kearah Via Dolorosa...
  • Putri Duta Besar
    Hidungku mencium aroma jeruk nipis yang telah disemprot kedalam rumah oyster itu dan tatapan mataku berpindah-pindah secara bergantian dari rumah kerang ke cincin batu alam Aquatis besar berwarna ungu yang melingkar di jari tengahnya dan terakit dalam cincin dengan ukiran perak Bali yang indah...
  • Silent Graffiti
    Posted at Park Bench Society - Who does ?.. It's the fucking author.. Where's that bottle of ink ?.. Let me pour it all into a bowl.. Full of alphabet cereal.. And I'll take it.. As my fucking breakfast...
  • The Birth of Park Bench Society
    Posted at Park Bench Society at Blogspot - In the mean time, a few tables from us there is a good looking woman in red turtleneck sweater sitting by herself with a cup of something in front of her. She seems to use the Starbucks' chair as her own private bench...
  • The Re-Make of Pillow Talk
    Posted at Park Bench Society - SCENE 1 (A view from a window. Wet roof in a rainy afternoon. Drops of water falling from the edge of the roof into a man-made pond below. Koi fishes swim beneath the surface...)
  • Tragedi Cumi Hitam
    Posted at Park Bench Society - "Ya yang waras ngalah lah" ucapnya sambil mengaduk - aduk garpunya kedalam sepiring gado-gado. Sementara itu jari tangannya satu lagi menari-nari diatas touch pad di Power Book Mac G4 nya untuk memamerkan layout print ad yang baru dibuatnya ke teman disebelahnya...

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Monyet

Monyet
Melongo liat kacang
Loncat sana loncat sini
Sok ga mau tapi pengen
Begitu disodoring langsung dimakan
Sambil ngeloyor pergi
Selesai ngunyah balik lagi

Loncat sana loncat sini
Sok udah kenyang tapi masih pengen
Dasar monyet !!

Aku terdiam....
Melirik kumpulan kata-kata diatas
Kenapa monyet kupikir lagi
Kenapa bukan bintang di langit malam
Kenapa bukan titik hujan jatuh di rumput hijau
Kenapa bukan aroma kopi di pagi hari
Kenapa bukan nostalgia potongan lirik lagu
Kenapa bukan wangi sabun lavender dikamar mandi
Kenapa bukan kelembutan kimono membungkus tubuh setengah basah
Kenapa bukan setetes embun di permukaan bunga Lily
Kenapa bukan hiruk pikuk pasar loak di kota kecil di Spanyol
Kenapa bukan suara dentingan gitar Gypsy di Bulgaria
Kenapa bukan bunyi lonceng gereja di Yerusalem
Kenapa bukan dinginnya air menyentuh muka sebelum sholat fajar
Kenapa bukan heningnya malam Nyepi di Bali
Kenapa bukan aroma tembakau dalam lintingan kertas tipis
Kenapa bukan romantisme bunuh diri seorang samurai
Kenapa bukan ketenangan kontemplasi seorang diri
Kenapa bukan dia, mereka, aku atau bahkan dunia

Ga tau...
Ya lagi mikir monyet aja tuh

                            

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