"It's only through writing that I've ever been able to suppress life's personal disappointments. When I can't write I feel anxious and out of sorts and am easily riled, though I'm usually able to control my emotions..."
- Pramoedya Ananta Toer (The Mute's Soliloquy: A Memoir)
["Hanya dengan menulis aku mampu menekan segala kekecewaan peribadi hidup. Bila aku tidak menulis, aku merasa cemas & tidak keruan serta mudah gusar, walau selalunya aku bisa mengawal emosiku..."]

Sunday, December 5, 2010


I am a butterfly...
Who loves you
That you know, I can fly so I fly
But I don't really fly, high up to the sky
Unless you keep me breathing in a jar refined
So together we can fly on a jet far beyond earth

I am a butterfly...
Who loves you
I fancy flowers and feed by them
But I don't really go far to stay alive
Only if you keep a garden of roses
Close to you I will not be hungry again

I am a butterfly...
Who loves you
I don't live long enough like you do
But for you I am willing to recycle my birth
So wait... I am making myself reborn again

As a caterpillar you hate I'll be
For your patience of waiting I seek
A promise to you I give
As cocoon all the ants will protect me you'll see
For I'll be back as a butterfly you'll fancy
Now here I am, a beauty you wish to give in
My soul in yours together we'll be free

I am a butterfly...
Who loves you
A butterfly keeper so famous you'll be
No one will notice that's you in me
Who keeps me in grace eternally
Till I die... my soul in you feel free
I will fly wherever you may be
I am happy for the butterfly in you baby
Who makes your stomach uneasy...
that's me!

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