Ya, ... Lepaskanlah topengmu itu biar kugantung di sudut dinding kamarku, sebagai penghias saat aku rindu mentertawakan para INTELEKTUAL dan INDUSTRI PENDIDIKAN NEGRIKU... Bangsa yang gemar bertopeng ria...
Lepaskanlah topengmu, biar kusandingkan dengan topeng topeng batik dari Jawa maupun Bali, menatap ke selimut batik di depan mereka. Biarkan kuplototin secara seksama dan dalam tempo yang -nggak- sesingkat-singkatnya, saat ingin kukagumnikmati keindahan seni bagian dari bangsaku... (hip...hip... yuppie!...:-) Akh, tapi aku mesti bergegas menggunakan topengku hari ini... Karena eh..karena (Dangdut mode on:) harus bertaruh dijalan raya dengan kecepatan tinggi... 388 jiwa melayang dalam waktu 6 bulan terakhir ini, gitu kata tivi, disini.... Topengku itu adalah helmet pelindungku, agar poloku kagak benjut, kalau kesrempet unta yang ngacir dari seorang Pedagang Arab (smiling to Sisca..;-)... Di jalan raya Autoput, riding with the speed of autumn wind, kuteringat masa-masa kampus dahulu, setiap pagi terhenyak dan bergegas untuk kembali bermain angka, kata dan warna... Sambil, bermain catur dengan topeng-topeng lainnya, berupa status dan simbol-simbol... ½Tapi, akhh...bukankah ½Thats how the live gives in...?½ Kata Leonard Cohen... ½Some says, they doing it on the name of ½God´... Some says, they doing it on the name of ½Love½... Galileo Lagaligo said ½God? Love?... Naah,... Some doing it with the same purposes and reasons... For the sake of their ½pocket holes½ and ½spirit holes½... Just like me... ½ I said, eating up some donuts... ½For the pocket holes? Mammamia!... Until when? Until when those dreams we should buy?... Until we literally no longer can have a dream?... ½ Iwan Fals, laughing, but in a very deep concern, as he take a sip of his warm coffee... ½Love, my dear friends, is about feelings and standards...Sometimes, required a few or even sooo many ´game of words´ to be your MASK! ½ Said SeksPeare... ½Then,... Dance me, to the end of love... Either, you wearing a MASK or not... ½ Said Leonard Cohen again... ½Dance?... I dont know how to dance... I dont even know how can I survive... ½ Said a scruffy litttle boy who is cleaning up the -already- shiny shoes of some ½intellectuals½ on the other side... Thick, huge books on their table, in front of them. Preparation of seminars, thats what they said about those gigantic books. They have their pretty ´MASK´, were tittles and degrees, makes them proud to the highlysky... ½Be like me...½ One of the ½intellectual½ said to the scruffy little boy... ½On the name of God, I am full of love... Look at you, I giving you a job, with my already shiny shoes... ½ He added, proudly. Then they continue to discuss some theories based on the text and words spoken by some dead men from Greek and or from Middle East, who lived thousands of years ago. ½Be like you, uhmmm... You mean, so I can get my shoes for another boy like me to clean them up?... I dont want another boy growing up like me, tho... ½ The boy keep doing his things. Suddenly, from another tabble, a long blonde haired guy jumped up, standing on their table, kicking those gigantic books as he shout loudly... ½An angle smiles, is what you said... You promised them heaven but put them to hell... Theres no way to run, none can stop me the damage is done... ½ As he said, ½the damage is done½ he kicking the coffee cups, off from the table, and shout again... ½Shot through the heart and you are to blame... You give love a bad name!...½ That long blonde haired guy shouted on top of his lounge to those ´intellectuals´... The long blonde haired guy, was John Francois Bongiovi Jr. Very well known as John Bon Jovi. Noticing the noisy coming from the table beside us, me, SeksPeare, Galigo rushing to the band instruments. I took the rythm guitar and backing vocal, SeksPeare took the bass guitar, and Galigo grabbed the drums... ½YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME... !!!....½ All of us shout together to those ´INTELLECTUALS´ repeating the reffrain... No matter we are wearing MASK or not... We shout out loud... again and again... ½YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME... !!!....½ The scruffy little boy is now, somehow, finally managed himself to dance... Even if the floor is very ´Slippery When Wet´... May FUN be with you Tuhantu http://hole-spirit.blogspot.com <http://hole-spirit.blogspot.com>
