Dimana tempat paling aman menyembunyikan daun? Di tengah hutan. Dimana tempat paling aman menyembunyikan tangisan? Di bawah hujan.

Sembunyikan daun di tengah hutan, ia akan tersamarkan. Sembunyikan tangismu di bawa hujan, maka tak ada yang tau.

Kurang lebih seperti itulah kalimat yang saya taruh di dua tempat. Ternyata bola bergulir sampai pernyataan I do my crying in the rain, yang ternyata adalah lirik lagu Untunglah tante Itikkecil mengingat lagu lawas tersebut, yang liriknya… duh… :| Kemudian ada mas Jensen dengan selera rock-nya

Nah, sekarang bola kembali bergulir ke saya. Tidak ada lagu yang ingin saya tambahkan, hanya ingin menanyakan sebuah pertanyaan; “sinting ya menangis di bawah hujan?”

Saya pribadi pernah kok menangis di bawah hujan. Ide ini pun cukup menarik, karena no one ever sees the tears when you’re crying in the rain. Airmata bukan sesuatu yang mesti dibanggakan sehingga harus dipamerkan kan? Tapi itu hanya sebatas ide. Bisa terbantahkan kok.

Ya jelas terbantahkan laahhhh.. Sinetron banget kalo setiap nangis mesti menunggu hujan dulu, atau setiap turun hujan mesti nangis hujan-hujanan lalu ketabrak mobil kesamber petir

Lalu kenapa tetap nanya pertanyaan di atas?

Iseng aja. Siapa tau masih ada orang yang cukup sinting untuk tidak menyintingkan ide sinting ini Lagipula, weekend gak boleh serius-serius ah bos!

Yuk ah mari!

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ieri eu si D am plecat la plimbare prin  Timisoara la vanat de scari. Dar spre nefericirea noastra nu am ajuns mai departe de Carturesti cand a inceput sa ploua torential. Carturesti era inchis asa ca am decis sa ne acundem in prima curte pe care o gasim. Acolo , desi ne-au intampinat niste tomberoane la usa, am descoperit cu uimire o scara minunata. era ca si cand am patruns intr-o alta lume. ne-am asezat pe jos ude de la ploaie am deschis foile de desen si cu creionul in mana am inceput sa conturam vise. Ne imaginam vara , si apoi toamna si iarna venind peste scarile astea, peste balconul verde, in curtea interioara, de imaginam linistea minunata din sfuletul celui care locuia acolo, calitatea vietii unui asfelt de om… ne zambeam reciproc, chicoteam in soapta si ne chinuiam sa intelegem cu se poate construi o asemenea scara… ploaia nu a s-a oprit dar dupa doua ore de stat acolo ne-a prins stranutul din urma si a trebuit sa plecam spre camin, sa bem un ceai cald cu lapte si sa ascultam Nicu Alifantis… am imparitit un kinder si am ascultat la unison cu vremea de afara, Aha – Crying in the rain…

Браво на Томата! Разкърти всичко снощи! \m/

I can see your picture everywhere, you’re the thing in everyone’s mouth, the next big thing, ha? But they don’t get a thing, those girlies “lovin’” you, do they? They don’t know that back there in your hometown there is a silly chick crying herself to sleep every night because she knows you’re her only true pursuit to happiness, you are love itself, standing there fully alive to be taken by anyone except by her. She have had her chance and she blew it. She’s silly, she’s dumb, but she loves him more than anyone could ever love him. She knows love, but for the moment they have fallen out with one another..

“I’ll never let you see
The way my broken heart is hurtin’ me
I’ve got my pride and I know how to hide
All the sorrow and pain
I’ll do my cryin’ in the rain.

If I wait for cloudy skies
You won’t know the rain from the tears in my eyes
You’ll never know that I still love you so
Though the heartaches remain
I’ll do my cryin’ in the rain.

Rain drops fallin’ from heaven
Will never wash away my misery
But since were not together
I’ll wait for stormy weather
To hide these tears I hope you’ll never see.

Some day when my cryin’s done
I’m gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun
I may be a fool but till then darling
You’ll never see me complain
I’ll do my cryin’ in the rain”

Feb 26. 13 din hoye gelo since my last post. Ei 13 din e 13 rokomer jontronar moddho diye jete hoyeche amake. New Orleans e kon beta amar ATM card fake kore account theke 503$ tule boshe ache, ami tokhon Virginia te. Shei taka tolar ektu por e ami D.C. te walmart e amar card use korechi, eto kom shomoyer moddhe eto huge distance e duita transaction, bank diyeche amar account freeze kore. Ei dui din e ter pelam, khawa, pani, oxygen chara prithibi te beche thaka shomvob, kintu ATM card chara beche thaka moha jontronar. Beche gechi je bondhu bandhob chilo shathe. Na hole vikkhe kore khete hoto. Ami ba amar purbo purush keu konodin New Orleans e pa rakhen ni, tarporo ei jontrona amake pohate holo. Bank ekhon 10 diner jonno dhonger investigation korbe, tarpor hoyto amake taka ferot dibe. Din din prithibi shudhu jotil hochhe, jotil jotil shomoshhar toiri hochhe.. shei shob jotil shomosshar abar jotil jotil shomadhan o thakche. Bepar mondo na, jotil e jotil e kata kati. :p

Virginia theke ghure ashlam 2 diner jonno. Giyechi bus e, eshechi o bus e. Snow dekhte dekhte gelam, ar snow dekhte dekhte ashlam. Bus jinish tar proti amar ekta oniha chilo shara jiboner. Choto thakte bus e uthlei matha ghurto, ei jonno hoyto. Abar ekbar Greyhound e amar luggage haralo, laptop ar camera khowalam. Greyhound Bus Line khub bhalo, amar 2500$ er jinisher jonno compensation dilo 150$. Jai hok, amar shei oniha ar ghrina ei 2 din e kete geche ekdom. Beheshte gele ekhon ami shudhui snow er moddhe bus e kore ghure berate chaibo. Bus er duita seat khali thakte hobe aram kore boshar jonno ar shathe full charge howa ipod thakte hobe; bas ar kichu chai na :p

Ei holo obostha. Dosshu ra amar taka poysha lutey niyeche, kintu moner shukh kere nite pari ni. :p

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Artist: A-HA (original artist: Everly Brothers)
Song: Crying in the Rain.
Album: East of the Sun, West of the Moon (1990)

If I wait for stormy skies
You won’t know the rain from the tears in my eyes
You’ll never know that I still love you so
Though the heartaches remain
I’ll do my crying in the rain

Raindrops falling from heaven
Could never take away my misery
But since we’re not together
I pray for stormy weather
To hide these tears I hope you’ll never see

Someday when my crying’s done
I’m gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun
I may be a fool
But till then, darling, you’ll never see me complain
I’ll do my crying in the rain

I’ll do my crying in the rain
I’ll do my crying in the rain
I’ll do my crying in the rain.”