Que Triste

Aku benci sendiri.
Aku benci meminta.
Biar saja apa kata hati ini mau merangsah
semua getarannya masih tetap tak kau rasa.

Derita ciptakan gigitan-gigitan kecil di hati.
Sekarang sedang kunikmati guratannya.
Tak sangka indah juga.

Cuando Calienta el Sol

I'm listening to this Spanish guitar music. The Gimagua twin are singing in the background.
How can they make such a beautiful music like this.

I was in the subway station Roosevelt Avenue. Just got out from the express F line, sleepy, cause I always fall asleep in that rocking motion. I waited for the local service R or V to pass by. Then I heard the music. I knew there were always some musicians performing underground.

I was in a bit of a rush. I wanted to know who were the performers. Debating to go upstairs for a little peek or just stayed there not wanting to miss the next local train. My heart was calling me. I had to look.

I took my steps to the upper platform. I saw two Spanish guys dressed in black playing guitars surrounded by crowd. I stood there. Mesmerized. My heart ache. Sad? Maybe more sentimental than sad. I fought back the wave of emotion that seemed to get stuck in my throat.

Now. I'm listening to the song again. In my room.