Paris, Richnightson, Sous le ciel Parisien

Begraben mich in deinem Herzen, Schatzi..

the nite was fine, the moonlight perfectly pretty.

he meet that girl right in the avenue line stright to Seine, she sureprised because she have no appointment to pick up or being pick up by.

She just can watch his motobike from another direction as it come closer and the owner open his helmet cover. his motobike lamp make her blind for awhile and try to recognize that guy.

she : Schatz ??

he : am i sureprised u ?

she : where are you going ? you said you ha-

he : yes i have meeting, and done already. i miss you. i have too meet my princess, here i am..



She still try to understand the situations. no, its complicated situations, cz she was going to meet her secret boy friend in the Seine at 7 Pm and its 6:55 Pm already.


he : where are u going ? you said wanna go to Lidl to buy some groceries, is Lidl have a new branch around here ? omg,, i will kill some of their staff cz not inform me about that-


she : no, Schatz, i’m just going to see that little violin girl first, i cant found her in Canal St.Martin, they said she probably here so I…..I….I miss her violin sounds..


he go down from his motobike, and touch her cheeks. look deep in her beautiful eyes.. so deep.  and sooo long, maybe about 10second, enough to make her blushing. she try to calm and seen as normal as possible, she’s not a good liar anyway.
after he make sure something in her face, he just rubbing his thumbs on her cheeks as always.

he : you are cold. you shivering..



he put off his jacket on his girl, hugs her and kiss her head for awhile.
its 7:10 Pm already. but she cant do anything. except hugs him not really tight.


he : come on.. we go to Lidl now ? or some candle light dinner ? L’Abeille ?



she smile, with a weird smile, no no no. not a sarcasm smile, its just weird smile cz shes confused. she dirrectly hope she is an Amoeba, or any superwoman that can be cloned to have date with 2 guys in the same time.


he : baby ? are you alright ?

she : uhum.. take me to the moon, Prince.



she jump in the back seat and hugs him tight.


He drove his motobike speeding over 100 mph over Rue de Seine.

thats girl scared and start screaming.

she : Schatzzz please slow !!!

he : no, it’s fuunn!! (laughing)

she : Schatzz please,,its not funny, i’m scared!!

he : hugs me tight !!!

She hugs him really-really tight like she doesn’t want anybody take him from her side. but he not slow down his motobike.

she : schattzzzz !!!


he : do you really love me ??!!!


she : yesss!!! i love you!! please slow down !!!


he : whattt ? i cant clearly heard that, do you really really love me ????


she : omg yheeeesss!!! I REALLY REALLY LOVE YOUU!! please, please drive slowly!!”



She scream louder with shivering cz she sure the motobike run more fast than before.


he : hahaha.. I love you too !! u know that ?? i love you too!! so much!! you should remember that always !!!

He keep drove fast and his girl just hugs him so tight. till maybe her linger can broke some of his ribs.


he : baby!! can you take my helmet off and put in on ?? its bugging me.


_______________________________


in the La Croix next day :

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

only God, that guy, and the angels that on the night was watch over both of them knows the truth.

while they crossing halfway down the road, he realized that his breaks broke, but he didn’t want to let the girl know. he know she will more scared.

instead, he had her say she loved him, felt her hugs one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would safe even though it meant he would die.

he was laugh to covers all his pain..
he know already that girl have another afair.

he know probably she going to meet him on that night.

but he hope he wrong, and never found her there, so he just bring one helmet.

he just dont want to let it happen or maybe he just really miss her.

he saved his last cry not for how hard the building destroyed his neck or head.

he even still can breath a second after a long iron of that building pierced his chest, her favorite place to lay, and write “ich liebe dich, Archer” softly with her finger.

and he using that last breath to hold her hand and said : I always love you. Forever.




he fly.. he goes to the moon.

alone..

without her.

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L'amour, Paris, Richnightson

¿Todavía eres mía, o nunca has estado..?

dont be sad for me. dont you cried.

all oceans just overflow to me, down in my eyes,

i know for that baby, you won’t sureprise..

dont be mad to me. dont you scared.

all horrors just overflow in me, blast in my head,

i know for that baby, you won’t forget..
dont called me Prince, dont you dare.

all the battle I’ve got to face, are everywhere.

i will run only with Flash, go run so far.

i will not called you My Princess, as what you are.

the sun too shine, the seas so calm without the wind.

So tell me baby if u still mine,

or at all you never been.

Meine Schatz, Paris, poems, Sous le ciel Parisien

Du bist spät. Er ist nicht in der Chez Ribe. Nicht länger..

you should been come before all that doves run and fly..

you should be the one who stop his cry.

you should been there before that train whistling..

you should be the one who knows how hard he was fighting.

you should been there before your private ship sailed.

you should be the one who help it from sinked.

you should been there before the big rain coming out.

you should be the one who hugs him, and say “I love u” so loud.

you should been there before he burned his appartement.

you should be the one who calm that man.

you should been !!!

you should have !!!

but you way too late ,

he is not there in the Chez Ribe .

He is Died.

Paris, Richnightson, Right Mindset & Illustrations

Bizarres Liebesdreieck (zwischen mir, Zeit und Träume)


Sejujurnya aku lebih senang bernyanyi dari pada menulis.


walaupun mungkin orang akan berteriak, “hey, lebih baik kamu diam, atau pingsan atau mati sekalian dari pada sibuk memperdengarkan suaramu itu”



huffhhh.. ampuni saya, Pak, Bu.. 😔🙏🏻

bukankah sebenarnya keduanya saling berkaitan ? menulis atau bernyayi, maksudku. kamu bisa menulis sebuah puisi untuk dijadikan lagu dan menyanyikannya. atau kamu bisa menyanyikan sebuah lagu dan terhanyut perasaan saat melafalkan liriknya, teringat sesuatu, lalu ingin menulis sesuatu karenanya.
opsi apapun, aku tetap memilih menyanyi dari pada menulis.

dan aku memiliki 10 alasan klasik untuk itu :

  1. aku memiliki kebiasaan buruk suka typing dengan berbaring-baring ria.
  2. aku terbiasa & lebih suka menulis lewat smartphone, dari pada PC/Laptop. dengan kebiasaan burukku yang suka mengetik sembari tiduran, aku tidak bisa membayangkan jika McBookku menimpa mukaku saat aku asik mengetik dalam keadaan mengantuk. persis seperti yang smartphoneku selalu lakukan. aku tidak pernah mengerti dendam kesumat apa yang dia miliki, tapi sampai malam tadi hal itu masih dilakukannya : menjatuhkan diri dan menimpa mukaku lagi.
  3. aku bisa menyanyikan 1 lagu yang sama dengan style yang berbeda dan S-T-A-B suara yang berbeda pula. dan aku tidak bisa menggunakan tema yang sama untuk menulis dan membuat bosan para pembaca.
  4. aku suka mengharmonisasi sebuah lagu bersama partnerku agar terdengar menjadi lebih indah. di dalam tulisan ? mungkin harmonisasi terdengar seperti mengkritisi atau apalah itu namanya, kamu saja yang memikirkannya.
  5. 5-10 alasannya sama : karena aku memang sangat menggilai music dan lebih senang menyanyi dari pada menulis. titik tanpa koma.

aku meletakkan 5 point yang sama untuk mengingatkanmu betapa pentingnya musik & lagu dalam hidupku.
dan ketika aku berhenti bernyanyi, inilah yang terjadi :
aku sibuk menulis sana-sini.

tentang si anu dan si itu.

tentang hal yang sudah terlewat dan yang ingin aku lewati.

tentang waktu dan tentang mimpi. 

hahaha tema itu, waktu dan mimpi 

itu maksudku, tema yang paling banyak diangkat para blogger, iya tidak ? kamu juga kan ?? sudah, akui saja.

kalau iya katakan iya, kalau tidak katakan tidak, jangan iya yang tidak-tidak 😒
kenapa coba, kenapa ??


kenapa 2 tema itu yang paling sering diangkat, tidak dalam ranah per-Love-Love-an, kehidupan, ketuhanan, keadilan, ke-apapun-an-pun itu, selalu ada kata-kata waktu dan mimpi ??

Aku beri judul pemaksaan ini :

“Berbincanglah denganku tentang waktu, tentang mimpi..”
 

karena aku benar-benar ingin tau, apa pandanganmu tentang itu…???
If you want you can write some in commentar about that 😇🙏🏻

Dih, maksa..
Iya aku setengah maksa, katanya yang sedikit maksa itu enak dan memicu adrenalin, katanya loh-katanyaaa, haha😋

Menurutku.. Dua kata ajaib itu : waktu dan mimpi, memiliki sinergy yang kuat.. kemistri.. anjir aku bingung bagaimana menuliskan Chemistry dalam bahasa indonesia. google translate won’t help, it said : Kimia 😕

jadi kalau ada 2 orang yang memiliki Chemistry yang kuat, bisa diartikan mereka memiliki ikatan-ikatan elektron kimia yang saling menarik satu dengan yang lain. atau opsi lainnya, mereka dimabuk cinta karena keracunan zat kimia. asshh sudahlah, ambil opsi yang terakhir saja.

tidak… menurutku, mimpi dan waktu memang selalu berkaitan..
a. di waktu tidur kita bermimpi.
b. di dalam mimpi kita melihat perjalanan waktu.

c. kita membutuhkan waktu untuk meraih mimpi.
d. kita memimpikan waktu dan keadaan-keadaan yang lebih baik.
e. kita membuang-buang waktu hanya untuk bermimpi.
f. kita membangun sebuah mimpi dan menyediakan waktu untuk menjadikannya nyata.

no no no.. ☝🏻 kali ini aku tidak akan menghakimi atau memaksa, entah kamu sedang menjalani atau memilih opsi yang mana. atau mau menambahkan opsi lain ? silahkan saja.

tapi bagiku mimpi dan waktu memang memiliki hubungan khusus yang serius.

aku mengetahui relationship mereka sejak lama. bahkan aku yakin mereka sudah melakukan hubungan mesum di luar nikah.

aku bahkan bisa menyebutkan nama anak-anak dari hubungan terlarang mereka itu : Bahagia, sedih, kecewa, kuat, takut, dan mati.
banyak orang dan pasangan yang mengadopsi anak-anak itu, satu dua atau bahkan semuanya. tapi anak-anak mereka seolah tak pernah habis. berderet panjang bagai semut yang berbaris.

aku selalu mempertaruhkan waktu untuk mimpiku..

apa kau percaya itu ?

sini..kemari, duduk mendekat, aku bisikkan satu rahasia padamu.



w h i s p e r i n g     s o f t l y :

sebenarnya ini cinta segitiga !!

antara aku, mimpi, dan waktu.


aku tidak pernah tau siapa pihak ketiganya, yang aku tau sejak awal kami menyadari bahwa kami selalu bersama-sama.

dan kami benar-benar menikmatinya, bahkan ketika kami mabuk dan bercinta bertiga diatas meja.

aku bahkan tidak tau sebenarnya anak-anak itu, Bahagia, sedih, kecewa, kuat, takut, dan mati, maksudku- apakah mereka juga anak-anak kandungku.

karena ketika aku berdiri di depan cermin bersama waktu,

wajah anak-anak itu seolah begitu mirip dan nampak jelas di wajahku.

_beneath the sun, 25 April 2017_

poems, Right Mindset & Illustrations

Abschiedsparty..


i set a campfire in my room, in the middle of my bed.

i burning it one by one..

the scattered words,

the flattered memories,

the aborted promises. all.

i set a campfire in my room, i hang it in my ceiling.

i didnt need any candle or sheath of roses anymore,

i want this room more bright and look fine.

i even didnt need any sandwich or wine.

i set a campfire in my bath tube,

i turn on the water, but i open the sink.

waters cant touch my fire,

they just run in the side and flush drown in the sad slow.

bring gone all the secret i won’t to know.

i set a firecamp on the floor,

just right through my door.

i set it big..nobody can come or jump.

and making sure somebody outside in warm not numb.

i have 4 campfires now in my room..

on my bed, my ceiling, my tube, and on my floor.

i set and keep that for myself alone.

Adios..

…You are not invited to this party anymore.