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22/05/09
In the name of love , there is a hope
In the name of hope, there is love .

Cuddle story

Story of A Cuddle

The strong desire cannot be counted in a second

Flesh and blood meet in unity

A cuddle is born physically and mentally

A sudden death

11 Nov 09

 

The death of my soul

 

It was dark

It was raining in Vienna

The cloudy night

was the last sight.

 

I lost the green star

The only bright star on my sky

I died.

 

Frozen heart

 

Early winter morning,

My heart starts freezing

Eyes could not crying

Though inside there’s a deep feeling.

 

I do it for him

How could I stop loving him?

 

 

 

Austrian People I’ve met on the street

Next week, it gonna be one month for me to start my new life in Steyr, Upper Austria. Personally speaking for myself,

I took everything for granted from God that I have good chance to learn new life.

The following list of Austrian People on the street, unknown name.

1.  Young students who helped me to reach the train. A couple that speaks good English and ever study abroad.

As she was sitting on the floor, I asked to borrow her cellphone. Well, she offered me to call. In fact, I was still thinking in Indonesia way. SMS is cheaper…Here CALL is CHEAPER than SMS.

2. A woman looked at me in strange way as if I was sales promotion girl. She might thought that I would gave her the brochure. ^^. I had my MAP on hand.

First, she rejected to talk. And after listen some German words, she told me a bit helpful way.

3.  Old man with his grandson. He spoke German so slow and attentively, not in Austrian Dialekt. I fully understood the street direction.

4. An average guy explained there were two Hofer supermarket. He was confused what I was looking for. The new one was open, the old one was closed. I was just curious to find out another Hofer, but it was not on that street. So I was totally wrong. Become a kind of single surveyor is my true self.

5. A middle-age guy opened the door for me as we entered the same building in FH Steyr. Though I walked behind, he was aware there was an Asian lady, heheheh. wow…he was so polite. Little things have immeasurable value. But they satisfy you always.

 

6. An old man about 65 years old greeted me in classical way. It was Saturday morning when I started to walk in a rush to be punctual ( I dont wanna apply anymore ”Rubber Watch”concept in Indonesia culture).

He talked some sentences.First, he raised his interesting hat  ‘typical Austrian Hat’

to respect me. And start talking , “Bist du nicht kalt?” Ich sagte ” ein bisschen. Ich habe Vorlesungen jetzt”.

 Er sagte “Schoenen Tag und Gesund Bleiben”. he moved his hand nicely to my chest as if he blessed me a grace.

wow..he cared of me…I do really wanna meet him one more time. But I couldnt recognise his face.

In general, in a small city we always greet someone on the street. Unlike in Jakarta, here is so common to say Hello while passing through each other.

Abend is Morgen ;Night is Morning

Abend ist Morgen ( Night is the morning )  

 The night is the dark, some people scared of this

In the night, we know what is morning

 Then love between two hearts are growing..

In the night, all night long.  

 

Night is the morning

For the love is forever  

 The morning, sun begin to shining

As the world knows after night what it must be

 

In the morning

 two hearts step for walking

Want to meet together

Night is morning..

Morning is night..

Love for morning

Love for the night

Lover loves in the name of love

Forever.  

 

For loving, morning is the night.

 

 Being loved, night is the morning

Never Know How to Loving ,2007

Never know how to LoViNg  

We never know ..

never gotta understanding by thinking

 We never know.. never gotta feeling by sleeping

 We never know.. never gotta anything by doing

All without heart, well never know anything.

We never know.. never gotta thought by thinking

We never know.. never gotta sleep by feeling

We never know.. never gotta something done by something

All without heart , well never know anything.. heart is a divine.

Heart divided by all soul, and spirit come back to the heart

 And never know how to bring back.       

Never know which heart is like Mystery of heart, well never know ..

 We can only know by knowing ourselves.. understanding and doing wise from deepest heart..

and the mystery still be the mystery

 we’ll never know…unless death day is today   

 

Niemals zu wissen, zu lieben

Wir wissen nie        niemals verstanden zu werden beim Denken

Wir wissen nie        niemals ein Gefühl beim Schlafen zu haben

Wir wissen nie        niemals beim Handeln irgend etwas zu bekommen

Alle ohne Herz        werden wir nie etwas verstehen

Wir wissen nie        niemals einen Gedanken beim Denken zu bekommen

Wir wissen nie        niemals beim Schlafen zu fühlen

Wir wissen nie        niemals etwas gemacht zu bekommen (von jemanden?)

Wenn alles ohne Herz ist          werden wir niemanden verstehen

Das Herz ist ein (Gottesgeschenk?)

Wenn das Herz alle Seelen teilt und der Geist zurück ins Herz kommt

und nicht weiss, es zurück zu bringen.

Das Herz ist unergründlich,

dessen Geheimnisse wir nie wissen werden.

Wir können es nur durch Selbstkenntnis erfahren.

Verstehen und Weisheit kommt aus dem tiefsten Herzen

und das Geheimnisumwogene bleibt immer noch geheim.

Wir werden es nie wissen, es sei denn unser letzter Tag ist heut

how to deal?

 

How to deal with someone else?

Love the one whom you can see

Then you can love your God too..

As a thing God cannot be seen

As a faith God is number one in our heart

How could you love God if you don’t love others

And if we live in hatred

We cannot see things clearly

We have to disguise…