Friday, October 31, 2008
SEEING THE UNSEEN
It’s been more than a year since they last met.
Both of them just starring at each other, trying to remember the days that have gone.
A cup of peppermint tea and a book, with a note “For the Old Days” signed by the author, were trying to digest the silence.
Nothing much they can share, only one or two stories, most the stories of others, not theirs.
But in the limitation time, both of them know that nothing changes, except the days.
Both of them know that they are still imprisoned in their own mistakes, in their own jail.
Like the writer and photo journal written through the picture and words :
My old man said that freedom depends on the master
Color, texture, or shape doesn’t give any clue on when
THE WINGS CAN BE REALLY SPREAD
Until they can heard the Master said :
This journey will end just right above the horizon
A flare of thin line a cross the border
Leaving rocks, sand, and all textures of life
Quotation in purple are from the Book "Seeing the Unseen"
A book of photo journal of Amrin Nugraha and Written by Gandhi Suryoto
Book Copy No 0082