Saturday, November 23, 2002

entah ... ini untuk yang ke berapa kalinya,
segala sesuatu yang terjadi, membuatku terpukul
mulai dari hal-hal ketentuan yang mengekang segala kebebasanku
ku ingin lepas dari segala belenggu keterbatasan

Ku ingin lepas ... bebas berkelana dengan segala kebabasanku
Apakah artinya kebebasan? Apakah artinya terlepas dari belenggu?
Walau ku berteriak, segalanya terhapus, terkengkang keadilan yang tak pernah adil
Dimana kah aku berpijak? dimanakah artinya adil? :(

-project yang berbataskan ketidakadilan-

Saturday, November 16, 2002

Crucify My Love

Crucify my love
If my love is blind
Crucify my love, if it sets me free
Never know Never trust "That love should see a color"
Crucify my love, if it should be that way

Swing the hearache, Feel it inside out
When the wind cries, I'll say goodbye
Tried to learnd, Tried to find to reach our for eternity
Where's the answer is this forever?

Like a river flowing to the sea
You'll be miles away, and I will know
I know I can deal with the pain
No reason to cry
Crucify my love

'till this loneliness shadows the sky
I'll be sailing down and I will know
I know i can clear clouds away
Is it a crime to love?

- Always yours, CherO

Thursday, November 14, 2002

Looking at you
Can't control myself
Nothing but pain

Wipe the tears
Just leave and forget me
You won't be hurt anymore

Go away from me now
I don't know what love is
No need to be hurt anymore

You've said, " I miss you so much"
"Everynight thingking of you and facing loneliness:
But when you feel sadness, Never I can stay with you

I'm not the one you need
Close your eyes and forget me
There's nothing I can do anymore

I lost my way ...

I've been walking in the night of tears
There I found someone was holding you ...
As the night was all falling down

With my love also vanished my vision of you
My heart is cold now ....
even i knew it, I miss you much ... miss you - CherO-

Wednesday, November 13, 2002

In an era of no borders, people who do not have a place to stand will be treated unseriously. A place is the past and history. A person with no history, a people who have forgotten their past, will vanish like snow, or be turned into chickens to keep laying eggs until they are eaten.

Tuesday, November 12, 2002

Hari yang terus berputar membentuk sebuah makna
Ketika malam itu datang hitamlah warnanya
Ketika siang itu tiba ku melihat raut wajahmu dalam maya
Entah, apa yang harus ku lakukan ...
Segala nya masih ada disini ... dekat ...
hanya berbeda beberapa inch dari jantung ini

Ku ingin menyentuh wajahmu
Ku ingin memeluk tubuhmu yang kekar
Ingin ku kembali rasakan segala waktu yang pernah singgah
Walau hanya sekejap, tapi rasa itu lenkang dalam waktu,
Apakah ini yang di sebut Cinta?

Tuhan ... aku tak bisa berpaling ... sungguh ...
-Missing my soul, CherO-

PS: sedang apakah dirimu disana kasih?