Rue Saint-Paul Quebec Masih di cafe yang sama dengan ice latte yang belum habis. Tadi sewaktu berjalan mengitari jalanan kecil Rue du Petit Champlain di Old Quebec, dua paruh baya melintas di depan saya. Di depan bangunan dengan jendela tuanya yang berwarna kuning mencolok yang terlihat anggun. Bergandengan tangan erat dengan rambut yang sudah memutih dan kerutan yang mulaiContinue reading “Cinta tanpa syarat. Adakah? (Quebeq, Canada)”
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Would you? (Quebec, Canada)
Would you believe that I’m a bad girl if your friend said so? Would you be mad if I told you to stop telling people that someday I will change for you? Would you hate me if I chose something different from everybody else? Would you forgive me if I made mistakes like you do cause I’m onlyContinue reading “Would you? (Quebec, Canada)”
Coba katakan (Canada)
Di sudut cafe Le Packwood Rue Saint Paul, Quebec City, Canada dengan segelas ice caffe latte. Sejauh ini kah kamu merasa perlu melangkah untuk melupakan? Setegak inikah kamu merasa perlu berdiri untuk membuktikan? Mengisolasi diri di tanah asing. Tak seorangpun mengetahui namamu. Tak seorangpun berani mengusik masa lalumu. Tak seorangpun peduli akan keberadaanmu. Lalu sejauh mana kamu berhasil melupakan? LaluContinue reading “Coba katakan (Canada)”
I was that girl
With heels and a skirt. Same gloomy morning, Same too humid afternoon Same seat same tasks 24/7 Sudirman, and Jakarta That’s all I knew Malls, and movies on the weekend. I was that girl Who curse on the street An angry face on the traffic Running on the stations Chasing something I didn’t knowContinue reading “I was that girl”
Twenty two minutes
Is what it takes from dads to moms home. Alone in the car, driving south With windows down and radio on The rain came inside The seats are getting wet. I don’t care. Twenty two minutes That I didn’t need before To see two humans that meant the world to me Twenty-two minutes That takesContinue reading “Twenty two minutes”
Letter to Dad
I love when he picked me up on the station And rang me over more than 10 times To ask me which station I just passed. I love the smell of the fabric softener He put when washing my clothes After a long long journey I love listening to his radioContinue reading “Letter to Dad”
Aleppo
I saw fireworks through my window last night sparkling and burning bright in the night sky I scrolled Instagram pictures this morning People were celebrating the new year Some went to a concert in Melbourne Some others opening champagne at a cruise party in Paris Some just stayed at home spending time with family Suddenly,Continue reading “Aleppo”
Gie. (from suratanakrantau.wordpress.com)
Beberapa waktu yang lalu aku menemukan sebuah majalah Tempo berjudul ‘Gie dan surat-surat yang tersembunyi’ di kamar Eka, teman satu apartment. Hari ini aku membaca buku ‘Soe Hok-Gie …. sekali lagi . Buku, Pesta dan Cinta di Alam Bangsanya’. Mempelajari tentang kisah hidup Gie membuatku kagum sekaligus malu pada diri sendiri. Ia aktivis, pejuang kemanusiaan,Continue reading “Gie. (from suratanakrantau.wordpress.com)”
Either Lucky or Crazy
Kuta, 09.06 WITA On the corner of Starbucks coffee I considered myself lucky. For being brave enough to do what I want I considered myself as lively For being able to go anywhere I want I considered myself as quirky For knowing what I want and never let anyone stopping me I considered myself asContinue reading “Either Lucky or Crazy”
Angky Ridayana 