Dancing with Sergey

                  From The Wise Man and A Little Girl, we will move towards the further future of the Little Girl. Everywhere, there would always be something peculiar when one examines in more detail and be curious about anything. Maybe somewhere in the Land of Antara Nusa, the people--- they will find their own style of studying maths and living it. The Little Girl would be wishful about that. And she will try, with her might, to contribute to the change.

                   She woke up in the morning, a glass of coffee that she hasn't finished the day before would still be beside her, unwashed.

                    She wakes up every morning onwards, fresh air, fruits and vegetables has been there as she prepared it already the night before. Change is good. Change positively, better.

                   And she examines the surroundings of her works thoroughly, carefully, and the most important thing, passionately. And there it starts, streaming out just beautifully from the pages between her fingers, la musique de la raison...
                   And she is dancing with Sergey.
                   The most gorgeous creatures on Earth, with whom she has been long married to even before to Zean, her present husband.
                   Little Girl chuckles as her feet trottling between the peebles as the drum and the beat sang. Sergey, on the other hand, bow and pirouetting beside her, as playful as boys will always be boys, as strong and charming as a man would and should be...
                   'Sergey... do you know something?' she whispers, but it echoes down the alley of the olive trees.
                   Sergey turns his head a little. A unicorn peeps wistfully among the rows of the ginkgo biloba trees on the farside of the mountain, hopping forward and voila.. he tucks in Sergey until he drops down to the ground, slightly fall on his knee. The tin whistle ringing...
                   Sergey, who is sweating already, for they have been dancing for nearly half an hour, lays his back on the bushes of lavender and dandelions, starring at the Little Girl, demanding a continuing phrase.
                   'I'm happy that we're together... that I marry Zean, that I marry you before I marry him... that he's married to Mary before he marries me.'

                   And Sergey, for the first time since they met, looks at her sincerely with a pair of those big, emerald eyes... and kissed her gently on the lips.

I love you too,
said the gentle voice of the gorgeous creature...

Bandung, 28 October 2014

(To my Sergey with love ~<3 )

-Je ne peux pas trouver le mot l'autre que 'Mischung'-

Comme je pense à cette année, c'est pas si necessairement que j'y pense toujours aux ses échecs. Il y avait aussi, on ne refuse pas, dans certain mesure, joyeaux, et quand même des succès. 

Ich möchte nach Himmel, bei der höchsten fliegen, und alles ... ich meine, ALLES erinnere. 

Ich lese Leben und Tode des Hans Fallada. Es fühlt sich taub aber es etwas ist, was ich immer über der auf Deutsch  geschrieben Büchern empfinde.  

Es ist deskriptive, es ist systematik, und es gibt nicht die zu viel Klappersinn, die ich auf den anderen Sprache spüre. Nur ich auf das Kapitel 2 erreiche. Es ist geschrieben, dass Hans ein Junge ein bischen scheue und auch nervos sei.

Mercredi, 21 marz 2012

         

            -Anthony-

       
          Ma vue est volée au papier rose qui sentait trop fragrant , la couleur fut bleu, il reste juste en face de moi. A l'académie de Phillips Exeter, à tous les gens, tous les choses quand meme, ses odeurs. A ma chambre, sa fragrance...à sa table,aux ses boises, et jusqu'au petit clignotement dans la fenetre, ses couleurs...  je pouvais sentir l'odeur de la fleur de lis  d'eux, tout en florissant.

C'etait ma premiere tache d'écrire une essai. Cette après-midi, immediatement après deux annees que j'était au Rosey, naturallement, ensemble avec cousine Therryana, c'etait finalement... Dave était là nous ramenait. Il était là, son manteau à la vague, la vue de l'Alpine et la neige derriere lui, avec une main vers moi, m'a demandé de lui suivre, doucement, tout à fait pas beaucoup comme habitude. Dave, mon frère cherrie, quel change as tu en deux ans!... je sourirais au coeur.
Cependant je n'avais pas qu'une seul ombre d'Al.

Cette tache d'essai fut le formulation de mon engagement vers l'avenir.

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Die Leute, deren Arbeit lauern auf die Erde sind

C'est le Samedi 26 juillet

das Mädchen war in Trance.   Wie geht's?
... sagte es, die Stimme aus dem so fernen Land.

Ich mache die Tür zu.  Es gibt keinen weiterer ein aufgemacht

Die Leute, deren Kinder schmerzlich inmitten der Freude kreischend

Qu'est-ce qu'on peut faire alors?

Sie hatte mir gesagt..sie hatte mir das gibt es keine Ewigkeit gesagt

Damit lächeln Sie bitte!

...denn es gibt nicht so etwas wie die Ewigkeit

Eine Freundin kam, ein Schatz der Freude.


*Na gut, als es gibt keine Dinge sehr interessant, worüber ich am Besten sprechen kann,
erraten, was... ich habe einfach das aufgeschreibt.*

La béchamel et le parmesan

The bechamel was Dave's favourite ingredients of becoming sauce. Sure, he is a chef of French style, thought Charlotte, as her eyes swept the plaza flooded by drying leaves of autumn, the dying trees of the fall. Samantha was still sneezing of the cold she experienced after plunging herself  to the lake close to Charlotte's house, naked.  Now, after taking some metro here they are, around the cafetaria of the university in town.

Charlotte almost knew the place very well. She used to go here with Mom and Dad to see some recital, or orchestra, or concert by the campus' sorority... some less pricy, quite a comforting yet classy entertainment they could get when Dad was rather short of money.

People were so ignoring. Individualist spirit floating everywhere, and the four of them were just waiting to be the next. Right now, she could probably be there with the three friends, there smiled Anny, weeping bitterly to the fate anyone would endure; and it lasts a lifetime... here and now, there and tomorrow, within every bit of the darkest past, lays the demon who would call for redemption and shall be granted none. One careless mistake and the merciless gorge would just tore one's soul apart... There stood Samantha, eyes sill blurry by the cold, head as sleepy as a bear in the winter. She just hoped it that she would never wished of anymore meth, but that was what happened quite grudgingly inside her head... the pain, the longing... There smiled Carrie, somehow bitterly, remisniscing the memory of Ashton and their nights together.

Her three friends entered a souvenir shop.

-Le memoire d’Al-

Ce fut un grand jour, et mon coeur vienne jusqu’a vide en ce moment.

Je ne sais pas. Je figure, peut etre ce fut la medicine.

Qu'est-ce qu'il vaut, etre vivant? La desire de tous, tous est disparu,  et ce que m'importe le meilleur désormais, c'est ce qu'il faut etre survivre.

 Ma belle cousine, comment ça va?

 Tout cette jours on a passé ensemble, celui ce que m'importe le meilleur etaient

 quand

 le coeur du moi et toi

se sentaient comme s'appartiennent ensemble