early summer in Villamora...

di suatu petang nan syahdu..

I close my eyes and I am in Villamora..
hot sand..fine as flour
between my toes..an ice cold coca cola
in my hand..
the music of the sea wise waves..
whispering the secret of happiness
'no problems..life is sweet as rich baklava..'
....the kids cries wailing like a siren..
hungry and tired a dirty pants..
their eyes tight shut..
red-faced and
straining..veins like tiny snakes
climbing their neck...
...oh my God..
I am in brynglass instead..

emmm..bermimpi rupanya aku..