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Thursday, July 7, 2011
AFTER MIDNIGHT
by Pinondang Situmeang *)
Midnight, my stomach rang.
Inside a refrigerator found just eggs, instant noodle, taufu and mushrooms,
that last month grew in my chest.
I would boil all in kitchen utensil,
but unfortunately tears sheded out dry.
Moon falling down over a kitchen table,
said its boring alone hanging far in the sky,
but nothing more boring then counting wall clock tickling after midnight,
sleepy while enjoy jazz music that turn lazily
(In the dream you serve a piece of heart, tomorrow we laugh out loud of our fate together)
*) Translate from LEWAT TENGAH MALAM by Lamhot Susanti Saragih
Inside a refrigerator found just eggs, instant noodle, taufu and mushrooms,
that last month grew in my chest.
I would boil all in kitchen utensil,
but unfortunately tears sheded out dry.
Moon falling down over a kitchen table,
said its boring alone hanging far in the sky,
but nothing more boring then counting wall clock tickling after midnight,
sleepy while enjoy jazz music that turn lazily
(In the dream you serve a piece of heart, tomorrow we laugh out loud of our fate together)
*) Translate from LEWAT TENGAH MALAM by Lamhot Susanti Saragih
LEWAT TENGAH MALAM
Tengah malam, perutku berbunyi.
Di kulkas hanya ada telur, mie instan, tahu, juga jamur yang sebulan lalu tumbuh di dadaku.
Aku hendak menjerang semuanya dalam panci,
tapi air mata telah habis terkuras.
Bulan rebah di atas meja makan,
katanya, jenuh sendirian di langit
tapi tidak ada yang lebih membosankan
dari menghitung detak jam dinding saat malam kian renta,
terkantukkantuk menyimak musik jazz yang mengalun malas
(dalam mimpi, kau menghidangkan sepotong hati. Besok kita mentertawakan takdir bersama)
Di kulkas hanya ada telur, mie instan, tahu, juga jamur yang sebulan lalu tumbuh di dadaku.
Aku hendak menjerang semuanya dalam panci,
tapi air mata telah habis terkuras.
Bulan rebah di atas meja makan,
katanya, jenuh sendirian di langit
tapi tidak ada yang lebih membosankan
dari menghitung detak jam dinding saat malam kian renta,
terkantukkantuk menyimak musik jazz yang mengalun malas
(dalam mimpi, kau menghidangkan sepotong hati. Besok kita mentertawakan takdir bersama)
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