Street musicians

That morning, after dew seemed to the sky, the sun light to break through all the pores. Aorta, muscle, brain I also feel the soap is full of warm light. Osculation intercommunion imprint on the brow the cold after I touch on the night. My hair disheveled also be combed full unfortunately. Morning wind touching crown while whisper that time I have been awakened, a dream to connect the next day, and perform activities like day yesterday which is very boring.


As usual week, on a sunny day, the face of sluggish miserably to bring love and blackmail those who pass-thatch. While carrying a musical instrument composed of several closed beverage bottles, I sing a song idol of the young servant. Also idol street musicians like me. The song "The light out," has made people stunned and deceived, so that They willingly dive pocket and donate a few pieces a dime. Actually, I do not memorize the correct lyrics to the song. Yet, without the grind all, I already can chirp chirp like a parrot just a bath.

Have capital with a sober voice, my talent show that I actually never hide from birth. This is a case that had made, as well as the way of life that I have to browse. Being a street musician's dream is the worst of all. Also for myself. But what may make. The most important side can still be a compromise.

crossing roads and red light has been trying every effort to be the best friend I live in the complex of all, narrow, and bitter. I do not know, maybe this is the destiny that I must Go. Whether to when. I have a brain just to think every day if I need to eat. Without thinking how the switch or the mode, the withdrawal of young people now.

Perhaps, that day I was purple rather than the most weeks of the other. How not, when I play music in front of a red car plate (government car), there is a sharp beam eyes I stare. Highlight the eyes that had never saw before. Yes, a pair of eyes that can enjoy the wonderful songs full of feeling that I play. Tap the heart of the previous run normally, suddenly nervous. Because saking quickly, I made the inconvenience. Cold sweat from the second temple will dampen both cheeks and I is simple. Thin lips I can not continue the struggle. I lost awareness of the brain. Songs I stopped before the time. I felt his hands tied from behind. I do not think out. What on earth? Only because of what the eye gaze is so strong that I finally like loss of consciousness.
"This bud, thank you. The song I play in tunable by you all."

With a gentle hand over hand. Also a beautiful finger. He gave money thousand rupiah and sweet smile, which is still imprint on the heart wall. Smile that is the passion that makes life appear again and can survive the hard life of the city so hard. But, the smile is also pulverize the life of me, until in the most niche.

Accidentally, the worn-out hands that touch the very fine hands. Have felt the vibration and there was something I had never felt. I am not aware with what I've done.

After the events, every day I daydream a lot. Just because you want to meet again with the girls that make the heart vibrant. Up to that of my age-20 to this, I have never felt a feeling so terrible. Feeling that had the soul. Is this called love?.

9 comments:

are you bored ?? said...

this is a perfect writing . . .

Irene said...

hmmm, soul mate? must be love. thanks for visitng my blogs

I S said...

Hooouh...so sweet memory...??? I hope you will find anymore girls more better than....

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genial said...

great cool stuffs u had here :)have a great week end :)

wiyono said...

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Meryl (proud pinay) said...

wow you must be in love. goodluck orange. take care

antique said...

nice post you have my friend, keep it up & thanks for sharing...

ayomaos said...

it looks like the street musician falls in love again..... or just a dream for a fraction of true love the way their lives?

Blogger Rise said...

yea love sometime is confusing but that is the reality

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