De Javu

A cup of coffee... Thick and black... Welcomed the morning... In the beginning of December... Has gazed at the year end... Felt short... If busy every day... Felt long... If being waited for...

The sacrifice... It was the shape from the sincerity... That made us willing... Did anything... Although must lose... Like humankind... Obeyed the order... Avoided the ban... From the Lord... The Mighty of Power...

The failure was the normal matter... Often happened in the life... However... Accepted the failure... Not something that was easy... Because of the reality... Occasionally bitter... So as... The prayer... The hard work... Felt no use...

I knocked on the door... Was said by me greetings... However did not yet have the answer... Although my hands were wounded... Although millions of second were waiting... Will continue I knocked on your door... Until being open for me...

Live... The life... It was the process... Not always straight... Sometimes happy... Sometimes the sorrow... Always changed... Like humankind... Give birth to the world... Had the aim... Not merely lived..

I saw you... Stood in the edge of the river... Your face that appeared red... Illuminated the sun in the afternoon... You were not pretty... But you were beautiful... Pure beauty from your heart... Your attraction... It was so intoxicating me... Made me could not... When too long gazed at you...

Money... It was the requirement... That always must be available... Looked for by each kind of humankind... Without money... The life was not calm... The head of the headache... Thoughts drifted... All the methods were carried out... There were those who are honest... There were also those who did dishonest... That important had money...

In November... Rain began to descend again... Wetted... Gave the natural freshness... For each occupant of the earth... That gave the motivation... In the month that was full of the struggle... And waiting... The struggle to... Change fate... So that better... Faced the future...

Mother... You still often were crying... Kept the feeling in the heart... Because of the problem... That happened... Mother... Why the dispute... The debate... Around you... As though not ending...

My jasmine... Give me thy fragrant... In order to become my life breath... And let me touch you... To share the warmth... My jasmine... White was calming for the heart... Flowed soft removed restless... Lighted the feeling that became dark...

Your kindness... So noble... Implied from your attraction... Thousands of words that contained the meaning... Was said... Through your cute hands... Shared the story... About the heart scream... Praise... The dream... And hope...

You like apples... Sometimes sweet... Sometimes also was sour... Depended the atmosphere of your heart... You like pineapples... Used the crown... But you not the queen... You like bananas... Have many relatives... Have many friends... Because you could receive the way it is...