Ummm… hindi ko alam anong dapat isulat ko. Sobrang rusty talaga ang tagalog ko e! Pero ayaw na ayaw ko nawalaan nito sa isipan ko. parang sabi nila: gamitin mo, o nawalaan mo.
Damn…. sabik ako saka niya…. Saan ba siya ngayon?… Lumipad?… Saan? Anong librong binasa niya ngayon?… Totoo bang masaya siya? O malungkut, pero ayaw niyang ko alamin iyan?
Uy…tama na.Walang gamit nito.
I am.
(Written some years ago)
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. you change direction, but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the sandstorm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. there’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverised bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
This is from "Kafka on the Shore", (p. 3), the newest novel by Haruki Murakami translated into English (2005, Harvill Press, London).
My mother passed away.
Teman is Indonesian for friend. But there is another word: sahabat. It basically means friend as well, but with a deeper meaning than teman. I am very happy that I can say: so far, I have crossed paths with quite a number of sahabats, not only temans.
Peter Pan, a band currently very popular in Indonesia, has a song called SAHABAT. Although the melody is a bit sad, the words are beautiful and simple. This is for you, sahabatku. Di manapun kamu.
SAHABAT
Peter Pan
Bayangkan ku melayang
S’luruh nafasku terbang
Bayangkan ku menghilang
Semua tanpamu teman
Bila nafasku lepas
Semua langkah yang lelah
Semua waktu yang hilang
Tapi bayangmu tetap
Ingatkanku semua, wahai sahabat
Kita untuk selamanya, kita percaya
Kita tebarkan arah dan tak pernah lelah
Ingatkanku semua, wahai sahabat
Ingatkanku semua, wahai sahabat
Kita untuk selamanya, wahai sahabat
Kita bagai cerita, wahai sahabat
Ingatkanku semua, wahai sahabat
My English translation (done hastily):
My shadow floats
All my breath flies (away)
My shadow dissapears
Totally, without you, (my) friend
When my breath gets off
All the weary (foot)steps
All time is lost
But your shadow keeps on
Remind me of all that, o friend
We are forever, we believe
We spread towards the directions and know no tiredness
Remind me of all that, o friend
Remind me of all that, o friend
We are forever, o friend
We are like stories, o friend
Remind me of all that, o friend
ON A CERTAIN NIGHT
Darkness so absolute
it feels like thick liquid.
A ghost swims, swirling
in the warm black waters
of my aquarium-room.
Near the ceiling it hovers,
for my room is filled to the rim.
Thus immersed, I float towards
that beckoning spirit, seduced
by its dance.
My room runneth over.
———————-
(Room, Saturday February 12, 2000)
"Then, to whom shall I send my resignation letter?"
(allegedly said by the ailing Pope some months ago, when his aides half jokingly suggested to him that maybe he should retire)
Welcome to my blog, reborn…:-)
