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| SILHOUETTE 1 - indra nara persada |
/indra nara persada/
TIBA-TIBA GELAP
“Kenapa hari tiba-tiba gelap?”
Orang-orang sibuk mencari kucing hitam
Matahari menyeret kakinya sepanjang jalan berdebu
Di ujung galah bulan melambai menyiksa segala kesumat
Serangsang kain berkibar, tangannya gemetar
Jarum jam menuju kelam jurang menganga
Angin hitam membuncah makna. Purba.
. 1981
SUDDENLY DARK
"Why is the day suddenly dark?"
People are busy looking for the black cat
The sun drags his feet along the dusty road
The moon waves at the end of the pole, torturing all of the rancor
Torn piece of cloth fluttering, her hands shaking
The needle of clock heads for the dark gaping chasm
The black wind upsets the meaning. Ancient.
"Why is the day suddenly dark?"
People are busy looking for the black cat
The sun drags his feet along the dusty road
The moon waves at the end of the pole, torturing all of the rancor
Torn piece of cloth fluttering, her hands shaking
The needle of clock heads for the dark gaping chasm
The black wind upsets the meaning. Ancient.
. 1981
/indra nara persada/
KITA TAK MENGERTI KENAPA
Dan kita tiba-tiba terlempar ke sebuah kaca
Tak mengerti kenapa
Diamnya tanda tanya
. 1981
WE ARE NOT UNDERSTAND WHY
And we're suddenly thrown into a glass
Do not understand why
(Adam and Eve, Abel and Cain)
Their silence marks
And we're suddenly thrown into a glass
Do not understand why
(Adam and Eve, Abel and Cain)
Their silence marks
. 1981
/indra nara persada/
ALANGKAH GARANG
Alangkah garang hari dipanggang matahari
Aku yang menapak tak juga tampak-tampak
Awan menggeliat, langit di tangannya
Setangkai sapu, di bawahnya aku
Aneh. Tangkai sapu itu tiba-tiba mengetok kepalaku:
Menghamburlah benakku, menghamburlah!
Menggelindinglah kepalaku, menggelindinglah!
Patah tangkai sapu, senyumlah!
Hai! Di sini masih ada aku!
. april 1981
WHAT WILD
What wild the day baked by the sun
I have been stepping but not in sight also
What wild the day baked by the sun
I have been stepping but not in sight also
The
clouds writhe, the sky in his hands
A stalk of broom, me below it
Weird. Broomstick suddenly knocks on my head:
Scatter my brain, scatter!
Get moving my head, get moving!
Broken broomstick, smile!
Hi! I’m here, still exist!
. april 1981
A stalk of broom, me below it
Weird. Broomstick suddenly knocks on my head:
Scatter my brain, scatter!
Get moving my head, get moving!
Broken broomstick, smile!
Hi! I’m here, still exist!
. april 1981
/indra nara persada/
TAMAN KOTA
Seorang pelacur menanam biji bunga
membentuk taman hati sebuah kota.
Orang-orang begitu rekreatif
memetik menelan nikmat bunga
Di berita keganjilan internasional tertulis,
“Di taman hati kota Anu
ada pelacur tanpa kelentit. Penduduknya
mengidap penyakit bunga”
. 1981
CITY PARK
A whore planted flower seeds
formed the hearty park of a city.
People were so recreative
picked and swallowed the flowers delicious
Written in the international anomaly news,
"At the hearty park of anonymous city
there was a whore with no clit. Its people
had been suffering flower disease"
A whore planted flower seeds
formed the hearty park of a city.
People were so recreative
picked and swallowed the flowers delicious
Written in the international anomaly news,
"At the hearty park of anonymous city
there was a whore with no clit. Its people
had been suffering flower disease"
. 1981
/indra nara persada/
PELACUR SUDUT JALAN
Sudut jalan selangkang kota
seorang pelacur menggoyang kelentitnya
penuh mulut para langganan.
“Seribu tiga, mau nggak?”
Tahu bahwa aku bukan langganan, dia
mengernyit. “Punyaku dua. Kamu satu.”
“Ya,” manggutku tak mengerti. Dan dia
menyematkan kelentitnya di dadaku.
. 1981
WHORE OF STREET CORNER
Street corner of the city groin
a whore shaked her clit
full mouth of the clients.
"One thousand for three, would not it?"
Known that I was not a client, she
winced. "Mine are two. You're one. "
"Yes," I had nodded but not understand. And she
pinned her clit on my chest.
Street corner of the city groin
a whore shaked her clit
full mouth of the clients.
"One thousand for three, would not it?"
Known that I was not a client, she
winced. "Mine are two. You're one. "
"Yes," I had nodded but not understand. And she
pinned her clit on my chest.
. 1981
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