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You suggest I'm only a tiny fraction?
bet you've fallen for my kinda persuasion. A scared little boy holding a gun, full of defence trying to run. You find me a distraction, more or less won't bring you destruction. Part of you wish you could undone, but admit it that I bring you ray of sun. I feed your bad boy's starvation, then you blame me for the cause of your frustration. Boy I know you're having fun, you haven't left this bed and call me a cunt. I am loving your action, forget about reputation. Those sharp tongue are not to be count, trust me it won't haunt.
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Dear Mama, I met a girl, from a street in Paraná, She wears flowers on her curl. The moon was hanging low, I followed little footprints on the sand. Her red lipstick glow, I was less human. She turned down my sight, and turned on my sense. I had nothing to fight, only a girl to dance. I lost counts, when her skin next to mine. She's dirty little cunt, with sweat as sweet as wine. Two bodies became one, uncovered. Two hearts intertwined, unbounded. As the sun wove color, she has never been seen. Mama, I fell for her, but the girl is only eighteen.  Your seduction, has become my addiction. Your breath on my lower back, That's just on the right track. The heat on your skin, An open curtain, I do not mind, All the lights are blind. You play it slow, you like it bellow. I play the role, I love taking control. I can't hide the devil, cause you are an animal. We need no manner, and we are no beginner.  I stare deep at an empty wall, I am flying beyond the stars. How have you come to be someone I wouldn’t let go, but I barely know you? I feel your touch, it goes down to my veins. I let my guard down. I would never erase what has happened nor I would regret the time when I met you.  My friends had reminded me that I have gone way too far. They were scared, like I had always been. They said I was blind, but how come? Because I can see sunshine after the storm. They told me I was a fool to want you, but you are my summer.   You broke down my dolor, you showed me color, you taught me dances, and you brought me to places. I know how it feels to be alive. You are my friend, my lover, my power, my pleasure, and my biggest destruction.  The more I want you, the more pain it gets. You burned down my world, just like I got you burned slowly. When you come, you leave me wanting more. When you leave, I keep coming back for you. I am lost, what could I do? You are the part of me I wish I never need.  
Jawa (Javanese People) are the majority in Indonesia, and 87% of Indonesian population is Muslim. Both Javanese and Muslim Culture has assimilated well and brought Sungkem, an act of kissing parents hand to show respect, to our country. However, in the modern day, people tend to feel ashamed to perform Sungkem to their parents, because it is seen as an exaggerated act. This script and video are meant to bring back our culture that is dying slowly. Let's do it again and teach Sungkem to the younger generation :) |
Olivia AtenA young broadcasting student who can never sit still in one place for more than 30 minutes. Constantly traveling to write stories. Aspired to be a scriptwriter and movie maker. Always in love with nature, challenge, and human's activity. Archives
March 2014
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