Malam Tarawih tandem GP Monza

Begini ceritanya yang terjadi malam kemarin :

18.55 WIB (kurang Lebih)
Start GP Monza mulai, ketika saya berusaha mengatasi nurani yang terbelah, antara nonton balap dan solat Tarawih.
Lap Satu : Kimi gak mabok. berhasil jaga jarak dengan Sutil dan tempel Lewis.
lumayan.
dimana Fisichella? mana mana? oh, amat jauh di belakang grid saya sangka dia balapan di support race.
tapi dia nggak nabrak. hebat. dia gak skiddadle. boohaaa.
masuk lap dua : Kimi men—
"DEEEEEK, UDAH ADZAAAAAANNNN!!!"
aduuuh. cepet amatt?

Saya : " IYA BENTTTAAARRR AMPEK LAP INI ABISSSS..."
sampai mana tadi??
Ohiya, sepertinya ada yg tumbukan di turn 1, saya liat ada Heik—
"Deeeeek, jangan lupa sejadaaaaah!!"

Parc de Guelle

In barcelona, at the Parc de Guelle, played a Musician.
a Guitar player who plays the most unbelievably beautiful resonance by the help of this space under the 'looking area' at the top.
Where it had pillars and ceilings in abstract form which was in every essence distinctively Gaudí. As if he was hiding. (The guitar Player, not Gaudí. D'uh..)
I don't know who he is. But his music made people stop making sounds because it might interrupt this..sound they thought they just have in their head.
Except it's not only them. Everybody could listen to the this spanish guitar.
me being a tarde bitch, didn't even approach and try to ask "Que eres tu?"

it will be a while until i come to Parc de Guelle.
So anyone that gets the chance to see and listen to him play, please tell him how theres someone that misses his music.

Today...

i ran my fingers along whats left of you
what i remember of you
what consists of you
i shed a light tear

and i saw you looking right through me.
nothing is opaque
nothing is at ease

i calmly dissipate into your vague binary past.
i'd hoped to see an aurora before die

i'll juxtapose my memory of your smile along the elusive lines
i'll find your starry-eyed gaze amongst the god of the northern wind.
the goddess of the dawn.
the dawn. that taketh you away.

Bosch Painting on The Tarmac

I saw a dead rat on the street this morning on my way to work,
while i was holding my bladder because i needed to take a leak badly, the first piss-related pain i had to endure since, oh i don't know, high school?
I never were a mineral water drinker. my bad.

I saw it from afar and i could vividly imagine and smell the gory of it.
its red gut spilling allover in contrast with its black gleam of rat fur.
so über grotesque and very Bosch