February 26, 2012

"Píntame un palacio con el pincel de tu alma. Dibújame unos jardines con los lápices de tu mente. Crea espacios imposibles, paraísos infinitos, en un lienzo donde el tiempo no existe."
Paint me a palace with the brush of your soul. Draw me gardens with the pencils of your mind. Create impossible spaces, infinite heavens, in a canvas where time does not exist.

February 17, 2012

Hujan dan Teduh

Aku menyimpan cemburu dalam harapan yang tertumpuk oleh sesak dipenuhi ragu.
Terlalu banyak ruang yang tak bisa aku buka.
Dan, kebersamaan cuma memperbanyak ruang  tertutup.
Mungkin, jalan kita tidak bersimpangan.
Ya, jalanmu dan jalanku. Meski, diam-diam, aku masih saja menatapmu  dengan cinta yang malu-malu.
Aku dan kamu, seperti  hujan dan teduh.
Pernahkah kau mendengar kisah mereka?
Hujan dan teduh ditakdirkan bertemu, tetapi tidak bersama dalam perjalanan.
Seperti itulah cinta kita.
Seperti menebak langit abu-abu.
Mungkin, jalan kita tidak bersimpangan

February 3, 2012

You know what’s sad about reading books?
It’s that you fall in love with the characters. They grow on you.
And as you read, you start to feel what they feel - all of them - you become them. And when you’re done, you’re never the same.
Sure you’re still you, you look the same, talk in the same manner, but something in you has changed.
Something in the way you think, the way you choose, sometimes, even the things you say may differ. But it all comes down to the state you go to after a nice novel. The after-feeling.
It’s amazing, but somehow, you feel left alone by that world you were once in.
It’s overwhelming. But it makes you sad.
Cause for once you were this, this otherworldly being in…
Neverwhere, and then you suddenly have to say goodbye after a few weeks from when you read the last page.
When you’ve recovered from that state.
It’s just… quite sad.