Melancholy of Blue Chamber

The sound of a distant bell
a dog hears it ting-a-ling-a-ling
The moon silents, raped by the dark

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Houses left empty
while the torch of the sun burns them down
What would it be left
if the silence still remains
on the bricks like parasites?

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Frogs are croaking in the ditch
clock tickticks around the empty room

i remember, someone has whispered the words into my ears
i wanna have a plenty life and die young at twentyfive
sounds good, doesn't it?
what do tyou think?

good night,
i'm so tired
and want to see you in dream,
i said.

/jatinangor, 7 februari 2004