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Amor Es Esperanza #2

…. Without the moon and winking stars in its skies,

The Night will always be called The Night ….


3:23 Am – Avenue de Buenos Ayres

freaks !! i cant sleep.

well’aii.. really never know or learn how to sleep, i mean if we sleepy we just fall asleep, right ? or left ? or center ? whatever 😑

some people need some pills or maybe syringes too, just to make them closed their eyes.

i can get easy to fall asleep when i’m tired. and i’m not tired right now. and if the tired one is your soul, long sleep also will never get enough to go.

but i dont know why, God also dressed you with that amazing talent. i mean, to make me sleep easily. no, i mean, to make me easily fall asleep,, no no i mean,, to make me fall asleep with peace..

oh shoots,, 😬 am i just writing another soft words for R.I.P ??

no,, i mean i really can sleep well if you are around me.

yes !!! thats what i’m gonna tell.

yell 🤔

no, just tell.. 😑

asshhh.

look.

i dont know how many mailbox you will received after you give on your phone later or when the signal just cum again.

i hope you will not getting anger also with the sounds of unstopped notifications from your messages in any applications we connected.

I’m worried.. why you can understand that ?!

why you like so happy to leave me in unknown directions of you ? 😠

yes.. I’m angry right now. 😡

I’m angry cz you didnt sent me any messages since you just dropped the call. 😞 I’m just worried..

Please !!



i get up and uphold my pillow to leaning.

awhh what is these,,i feel my nape touch something keen..

i try to rub my nape and search what was that on my pillow..

Godness. your earring.

we was….searching for that a month ago,,you dashed out in hurry to run for AZA 317 that brough you to Rome, and leave me here alone.

Are u wonder now why I’m not searching for that after you go ?

Exactly yes i did,,

but what was i found there only your smells, and this meshing bed nothing else more.

Yes i didnt clean up it. Disgusting isnt it ?

I – dont – way – carreeee.

I didnt want your smells gone.

Its 5:00 Am now,

and i still cant sleep..


just look out the window its getting rain. Demmm !!

this feelings again.

I’m  turn my desk calendar,,oh may mayyyy… yes it was a month ago.

This day. Today.

i just can rub my face with my palms and exhale as big as i can.

thats nite.

after our Super in Chez Ribe.

we have no umbrella to home.

you refused Uber,, u said, getting in the rain with me would be more memorable than just kissing in the backseat of the car.

its just 300 meter to my block from Chez Ribe, but with you..

thats nite really was a huge stage for us.


the rain not cold enough to make us shiver,, the thunder wasnt hard enough to hide our whisper :

” I LOVEE YOUUU !!!” , you shout out loud with your face up to the sky.

With sometimes you smile wide like you let the rains down to your mouth and give you power to shouting like that.

“baby,,please,,what are you doing ? stop it..” , I’m wondering cz everybody just staring at us.

“JEEE T’AIIMMEEE !!”

you keep shouting out loud with a graceful face still look up to the sky.

Oh – my – God.

Now everyone in the Chez Ribe outside chair staring at us too.

I even know that taxi driver was stopped only for smile and gimme thumbs,, i just can reply him with wierd smile and hand wave say : merci.

Also that little girl in the front seat of the red car beside us, who seems asking someting to her mom about what you did, cz her little finger was pointing on you. And like i know her mom answering : you will understand that when you growing up and be a lady like her.

Akay i think enough for the attractions. I walked close to you cz you moving around like enjoying the rain as sounds of music for you to dance.

I hold and touch your cheeks.

“what are u doing..?”, i whispering carefully

“i wanna shout to the world. I wanna that Eiffel also know about what i feel. I want everybody know how happy i am now. I wanna -”

Am just put my finger verticaly on your lips to stop your words, but

You throw my finger and shout again

“why ? Am i do something evil ? Am i do something wrong ? Am i made you shame ? Am i -”

~ Blaarrrr ~

Now the thunder shut you up,, as you directly close your eyes and cover your ears with your hands..

….but my hands already there.

Then you open your eyes slowly..

I really love the way you did it..

Heavenly.. Just like in the morning when i always wait you to open it up..

I just can rubbing your cheeks with my thumbs..and bite my lower lips. And hugs you, hope you stop all thats words, but again, that wasnt good choice to shut you up.

“tell me ?? am i brave enough now to tell to the world how much i love you ?? am i still wrong if i can do more than you can do ??”, now you whispering thats words with your soft trembling voice, with your head in my shoulder.

“No you not !! you – totally – not !!”

 i try to calm you but,

then you move out from my arms, and step backward.

“say it,, shout it,, tell to them that you only love me. let this world know. shout it now !!”

i just can pull you really tight back in my chest.

tighter than i ever did before.

and i know you can feels my body trembling. no i’m not cold. I really burn that nite. and i’m happy we was in the rain. so i didnt need to see your tears, or you see mine.

i still hugs you and just whispering on your ear : “Ich liebe dich.. Ich liebe dich so so sehr, Schatzi..”

“why..? why you just wishpering it to me ?”

“You.. you are my world.. my all.. i didnt need to shout it loud. you already know that by now.. and you will always know..”

yes i cant see your tears. yes you also cant see mine.

but we both know, the rain tasted in our lips getting salty bcz of it. wiped that cherry taste from your sexy lips.

and we walked home like Avenue de Suffren just a chapell of wedding.

yes our chapell..

we walk in hands without flower in our heads but rain.

6:30 Am

i woke up and directly see my phone,, just some email from office friend and games and misscall from my mom. your name still absence.

i check your ticket again..

i still have kind of 3hours before you come..

hah ??!! what is this ??

shoots !!

not yet done with what i have looked with my pajamas pant, my bells rings me.

~ Ding Donng Diingg Doonng ~

      “Mr.Archer Mr.Archer , Bonjourrr ,, are you home ?”

omg,, why and why ? why – should – she – come – in the worst – time, demm!! i walk to my door and found a Parisian women just standing out of it.

“hoo-hoolla Madame Serena, hehe.. bonjour..”

      “ahhh there you are, how are u ? i come to bring your milk, this is still fresh and–heyy why you hiding like that in the door, do you have problem with it or–“

oh shootss shootss,,why she bangs my door open like this no no no–

      “have problems with, bonniess..?”😯

“oh hehheehee i-i-am a-m you know what-the rain so cold haha and aii-just wake up late..” 😅

      “aaaa you wake up so early then. I put it there so you can prepare your self before office..”

“hehehe sûr. Merci beaucoup”

     “and dont forget to shake it..” 

“sorry ? To sh-shake what ??”

      “the milk.. It will get colder when you take it before you go..just shake it some..”

“heheh ofcourse i will.. I will put it in icebox to keep it fresh. Super merci madame,,good day for yah..”

She just shut the door and go.

Dankkk !! Thanks God she go.

Bonnie,,shake,,that winks. What she tried to sayyy.. 😤

Oh shootss,, no,,

its 7:01Am already. I’m gonna be late.

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poems, Richnightson

A Message From Heaven..

Perhaps you aren’t ready yet to have to say goodbye..

Perhaps you’ve thought of things you wish you’d say..

well, so have I..

For one thing, I’d have told you..

not too worry about me..

I’m with the Lord in Heaven now..

you knew that’s where I’d be..

I’m sorry that your are feeling sad.

for I’m so happy now..

I’ve asked the Lord to ease the hurt

and comfort you somehow.

it’s hard at the beginning..

but I know you will make it through.

I hope it helps to know,

you have to..

that I will waiting you here,

and I will always love you..

Richnightson

Sterben Für Dich.. (I Die For You..)


Arrish just woke up down the big palm tree, on the long chair of Promenade des Berges, along the left bank of Seine. Tequila smells from his mouth. he stare on his watch, 6:05 Am already. he still remember he was looked that same watch 4:12 Am before he fall asleep.

he get sit and just staring around with rubbing his face and his waves hair. he just standing up to go for some coffee then a Newspaper man just offer him some of his stuff :

“Journal, Monsieur ?”

he take Le Croix, his daily Newspaper.

“A motorcycle had crased into a building because of break failure. 2 victims being evacuated to American Hospital of Paris, but only one survived”

He just open his mouth with trembling and almost falling down after stare at the picture of that Newspaper headline. He took something from his pocket and give to that man and directly run to high road with glazed eyes.

that newspaper man looked so happy, he keep smiling with handling $50 from Arrish, thats newspaper supposed only $3, and he start saying : God bless you, Monseur..

he give bless to Arrish in his whisper.

_______________________

Arrish just cant hold his tears, even he tried to hold with squeezing his arms and bite his lip. his gasp still echoing through the taxi.

“Sir, are you okay ?”

he just inhale and answer the taxi driver with “ok” shape with his fingers. the driver can’t stop staring at him from rearview mirror, he worried and confused, if he just drove a crazy man that will just run after he drop him.

Arrish excatly know that the driver probably looked him with a wierd look. But he hell care at all. His head full of scary scene about what happened to somebody he loved. Suddently her voice echoing his head : 

music background :

https://www.smule.com/p/1149944277_1278762969

he reread again that news, and he wring that paper, he recognized that girl in the headline photo, even blood covering half of her face, he still recognizes well her lips, and necklace in her neck,

directly he remembered the nite when he put that stuff. he still can remember her hair fragrance as she tide it up..

“this A, stand for……..”

“…Arrish…” , that girl dirrectly complete his words. She turn around and looked at him. With linger her hands in his neck.

….his girlfriend, his love, his life. Now. suffering in the hospital.

Alone.

He take another $50 and give to the driver and run to hospital hall.

The driver saw in the price rate monitor, stare on Arrish back as he jump and crossing inside the hospital, then take his newspaper from the backseat, he read the headline and whispering : God bless you, Sir. And God bless her too..

_____________

“excuse me where I can found Laily Marras, the victim of  motobike accident last nite ?”

“Sorry Sir, what you relations with her ?”

“She is…. She is my fiancee !!”

The frontdesk nurse like didnt believe him awhile. Then he take something from his blazer.

“look, we going to marry this week, please i need to meet her”

He shows the nurse a wedding rings, with their name inside : Arrish & Laily. and show her his phone screen, their sweet picture while kissing – set there.

He never understand his trembling hand while showing that ring box caused by nervous for lying or he just extremly worried about her.

“she’s still in surgery room”

“surgg-what ??!! what exactly happened to my fiancée ??”

“she had injured head and heart failure after 3hours rescued, we have great doctors in charge right now, and we hope the miracle of God come upon your fiancée, Sir”

he just didn’t believe on what he just heard. he even cant feel right now one nurse hold his back cause he directly paralyzed and going backward almost fall down..

“a-aam allrrig-ghhtt just please let me know where is she now ?”

“Surgery studio there in the end of this hall, turn right..”

“thankyou so much”

he walk so slow.. like his feet didn’t want to move even just one step. he remember last nite he was so depressed in waiting her like crazy in the Seine. he gonna propose her under the moonlight, he wished. till midnite come, she never been there. then he remembered he was shouting to the sky or anything above, desperately : God pleaseeee !! i never ask anything in my life. i just want her. i don’t care how. i just want her !!!! i promise i will do anything what You want. please!!! i wanna her to be mine!!! please… (he cried a river in knees. suddenly a little rain just make him mesh completely)

Surgery studio door opened

“doctor ? how- how is my fiancée?”

“Ms.Laily…. with God permitions, the transplantation doing fine.. we should do it fast because your fiancées is pregnant , we should save both the babies and mother. I think,  you know about it, Mr — ?”

“Scott Parris . my fiancée…..pregnant,, is that 3month already ?”

“yes.. correct. 12 weeks of pregnancy. are you twins Mr.Scott ? Congratulation cz you will be father of twins”

“I…I ammm…whatt…?”

“may i see her now ?”

“not yet Mr.Scott, she will move to recovery room in 15 minute”

“Mr.Scott ?”

“yes ?”

“do you know Mr.Archer ?”

“yes. he is my fiancée ex. he always try to disrespect our relationship. look, (he shows again the ring box) am just about to marry with her this weekend, and he still dare to met my fiancée in secretly”

“He is died Mr.Scott and-“

“Stop it doctor, I didn’t want to hear anything about him alright, am fully thanks to all your team for doing the best for her,,i will move her as soon as possible from this hospital”

“you can do that after her endoscopic exam. your fiancée got edema, it will give her short or long terms of memory lost.”

“what ??? what did you say??”

“your fiancée probably got amnesia”

Doctor Marthin, we need you over here..”

“alright Mr.Scott I hope she can recover very soon”

___________________

Arrish, Laily, Archer..

they never understand how God plan works. how His way should take all the dreams or give dreams to another people.

Arrish just can standing up with head full of something he didn’t understand at all. he scratch his hair :

…archer died…

…laily pregnant…

…laily will have amnesia…

shootttsss!!! what should i do right now !!!

then a bed just going out from studio, a died body, cz it covered full with white blanket. he knows thats not Laily.

and the second bed going out, Laily there. with bandages around her head.

“Laily….sweetheart….”

she still unconscious. he walk along her side, holding her left hand.

that bed turn the right to room 1305, her recovery room.

while the first bed turn the left, straight to mortuary.

and suddenly that backsound like surrounding that hospital, echoing whole the hall : 

https://www.smule.com/p/1149944277_1278762969

Paris skies full of grey clouds roll..

Raindrops just about to fall..

Richnightson

Vineyards : Gesund im Wahnsinn..eine Weile.

dad..am going to step this month again..

you would glad.. am still survive.

i walk so long and far, dad..

i still count and keep the stars bright.

…..am yet exhausted.

today i passed a play ground..

as i was see there not them, but you, me, and me again..

as the park directly being green..and shining..

…Venice….in the spring..

…..our vineyards….. : in my eyes.

my old tire swing beneath Oek tree.

a fragrance wind…

you shout me to go sit in it, not with standing.

and you just laugh as i dropped my face in the ground.

our basket always full when we home..

huge cups of milk and some tuscan served by mom.

well, mommy…

i have no idea what am gonna write here about you..

we have not too much memories too.

but as much as i can recall..

we were there when the stars all down fall..

“look,,get your wishes..”, you yelled.

i dirrectly bow down my knees and start prayed.

i do not believe ancient, mom.

but i believe on miracles.

and one of them is : her. meine schatzi.

she just awesomely beautiful..

she’s my half. she know me.

you would glad her as i glad her much..

as i can see she’s running in our vinneyards, try to catch butterflies.

she’s not that good to catch, not that fastly..

then with her simple victorian dress she sit beneath our Oek tree..

there no more my old swing already..

its become a library.

i forgot where daddy buy the seeds of book,,

or maybe my baby bring that from her country brook.

so in the nite il nonno just sitting in his rocking chair with his pipe..

my baby still want to play outside.

Our old Oek tree now be my bed sometimes..

as she just wanna lay in my chest and read books till you yell us for dinner.

but then daddy just send that meal for us to din Oek under.

i’m with her got romantic dinner without candle light,

but we are heavenly surround by beautiful fireflies..
ah, the rain come..

drop on my nose, bring a sanity.

our vineyards gone, and stop me pulse, back to reality…
Our vineyards still green out there..

is that far as what i feel ?

or I just can start it with a wish :

May this month be gracefully momentum..

That never gonna be old by thousand Autumn…