Smell of your smell

Bau tubuhmu
Yang bercampur parfum
Menjadi aroma terindah untuk hidungku
Di mana kau beli?

Kecanduan menyerangku
Aku menikmatinya
Kucari di toko parfum terkenal
Tak ada bau yang kukenal

Perlahan-lahan sudah terlupakan
Namun aku tak bisa menahan
Beban yang kurasakan
Semakin menekan perasaan

Akhirnya kutemukan
Wangi yang kuidam dan sangat kurindukan
Kusemprot ke tubuhku
Berharap memuaskan nafsu dulu

Tidak seperti yang kumau
Tidak sempurna tanpa baumu

Kutahu kau tidak selamanya
Dan aku mulai gelisah

Bagai udara pagi yang jarang kuhirup
Begitu pula aromamu 

Aku ingin engkau kemari mengusir sepi ini
Berada di dekat dan saling merapat
Menghempaskan seluruhmu
Menebarkan pesonamu
Bersama aroma favoritku

Are you cool enough?

 

semua orang berhak berharap menjadi keren
namun tidak semuanya pantas menjadi keren
keren terlihat semakin keren saat seseorang tidak menyadari bahwa dia keren
sebaliknya keren terasa tidak keren saat dia merasa keren
dan aku yakin dengan sekeren-kerennya bahwa kau sangat keren
untuk itu jangan merasa keren sebab kau tidak akan bisa lagi menjadi keren
oke ren?

tapi tidak bisa
tidak bisa kawan
kau sudah membaca ini
dengan begitu aku sudah membuatmu percaya kalau kau keren
and it means kau tak keren anymore, isn't it pren?

If you forget me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine. 

Pablo Neruda

ITSS

It's a long way down

Do I care too much about what people may think of me that I rarely let myself enjoy what I like?
I guess so although you try so hard to convince that you don't

What should I do then?
Whatever you wanna do

Why?
Cos they don't even give a damn




























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