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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUFRns-fip7ImA9WhRbFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824637</id><updated>2012-02-06T02:13:37.556-08:00</updated><category term="stasiun" /><category term="cecil" /><category term="idaman" /><category term="marguerite duras" /><category term="badai" /><category term="atap" /><category term="ulang tahun" /><title>time's a thief</title><subtitle type="html">Praise the emptiness that blanks out existence.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
existence, this place is made by my love for that emptiness</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cecilmariani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cecilmariani.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>cecil mariani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02713007654374673421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>279</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TimesAThief" /><feedburner:info uri="timesathief" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUCQXgyeSp7ImA9WhdQFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824637.post-6658939665670235235</id><published>2011-08-18T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T13:11:00.691-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-18T13:11:00.691-07:00</app:edited><title>Shades of Scarlet Conquering*</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3824637&amp;postID=6658939665670235235" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/6658939665670235235?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/6658939665670235235?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TimesAThief/~3/2e74g_NHlRc/shades-of-scarlet-conquering.html" title="Shades of Scarlet Conquering*" /><author><name>cecil mariani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02713007654374673421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">ada dinding di apungan bincang, tebal transparan dan kian menebal, kokoh walau nampak tiada, dinding yang membuat bicara yang sarat itu seperti senyap, tak ada lafal yang mengendarai udara. 
getar dinding yang membawa dialog ganjil kita ke tahun yang masih belum datang, sementara di waktu yang jauh itu aku akan menemukanmu tinggal di masa lalu
mendengarkan bukan lagi bincang melainkan sejenis 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uUj5NQhMBMLEFr6Gz_IJWG8Fh0o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uUj5NQhMBMLEFr6Gz_IJWG8Fh0o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TimesAThief/~4/2e74g_NHlRc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cecilmariani.blogspot.com/2007/05/shades-of-scarlet-conquering.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08BQXo4eip7ImA9WhdQEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824637.post-5904609556093751944</id><published>2011-08-10T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T12:50:50.432-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-10T12:50:50.432-07:00</app:edited><title>complecto aeternum</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/5904609556093751944?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/5904609556093751944?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TimesAThief/~3/G-t_0Jiqhv0/complecto-aeternum.html" title="complecto aeternum" /><author><name>cecil mariani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02713007654374673421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">complecto aeternum,
ini bukan mantra ilmu sihir di film penyihir remaja berkaca mata
melainkan kode dokumen yang kusimpan di laci arsip benak
dua kata mungkin memang bisa jadi mantra
mantra pemanggil kenang-kenangan makna dan selebihnya.

Peristiwa complecto atau dekap memang sanggup menyihir
hingga jejaknya abadi
di antara ratusan dekap yang kita terima semenjak lahir
ada segelintir complecto 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8-xi05Vz_n1k8QK5urIyhv8pwJY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8-xi05Vz_n1k8QK5urIyhv8pwJY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TimesAThief/~4/G-t_0Jiqhv0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cecilmariani.blogspot.com/2011/08/complecto-aeternum.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQMSHo8fyp7ImA9WhdQFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824637.post-3617657833698718233</id><published>2011-08-10T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T12:56:29.477-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-18T12:56:29.477-07:00</app:edited><title>semoga berhasil</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3824637&amp;postID=3617657833698718233" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/3617657833698718233?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/3617657833698718233?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TimesAThief/~3/AzTs1Mnb344/semoga-berhasil.html" title="semoga berhasil" /><author><name>cecil mariani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02713007654374673421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">ucap "selamat" atau doa dari wajah wajah karib hangat, yang seringkali kita amini dalam hati kali ini akan sungguh teruji. Puluhan kali doa dan ucap itu dibagi untuk melawan ketidak mungkinan.

Tak pernah sebelumnya saya mempertanyakan apakah ucapan ataupun doa itu akan sungguh bisa terwujud. Tapi kini saya menggenggam semua doa dan ucapan itu erat-erat dengan harap sungguh bahwa kekuatan magis 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qdN56c1xpUJO_LlR07G8YhBMRyc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qdN56c1xpUJO_LlR07G8YhBMRyc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TimesAThief/~4/AzTs1Mnb344" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cecilmariani.blogspot.com/2011/08/semoga-berhasil.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMMSX89fip7ImA9WhZUGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824637.post-4048484085313583333</id><published>2011-06-11T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T08:01:28.166-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-11T08:01:28.166-07:00</app:edited><title>Medley Hujan Bulan Juli (7)</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/4048484085313583333?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/4048484085313583333?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TimesAThief/~3/ZCf-DiHiRXA/medley-hujan-bulan-juli-7.html" title="Medley Hujan Bulan Juli (7)" /><author><name>cecil mariani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02713007654374673421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">Terciciplah lembab pagi dalam engah
dalam buru nafasku menghujan hembus
payah menepis kobaran tak tertahan
jeruji cair bergenggam geram
membuyar terbangan kumbang menyengat
tak kunjung ludas
perih yang hendak kulepas

aku berlari menyusur jalan, tiang-tiang
persimpangan, untaian pagar-demi pagar
berlari menyusur benang diriku mengejar ujung
menguntit percik terjauh yang ditempuh kembang api
di 
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never a concequence
this granulating pain
this frothing emptiness
and why all these foolish doctrines of happiness
sagged me with weariness 

why does existence sore?
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you seem very much like an awkward necessities
literally the last thing that ever happened to someone
you will never be dramatic enough
nor ever be a surprise ending

yet I will be so angry probably
and you still happen casually
a fearsome triviality 
awkwardly needless of further meaning



:in memoriam of a friend
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LNJTqpja3KBXEuCg3J4czkS54D4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LNJTqpja3KBXEuCg3J4czkS54D4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TimesAThief/~4/0tZ8HT98VpI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cecilmariani.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-death_09.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UMRXsyfyp7ImA9Wx9SGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824637.post-5910549019469625537</id><published>2010-10-06T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T06:28:04.597-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-10T06:28:04.597-08:00</app:edited><title>a night of fluid dynamics</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3824637&amp;postID=5910549019469625537" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/5910549019469625537?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/5910549019469625537?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TimesAThief/~3/LenwDl9owlM/night-of-fluid-dynamics.html" title="a night of fluid dynamics" /><author><name>cecil mariani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02713007654374673421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">my head would rambles abstractly in drips of griming vulnerability as you sleep soundly as if in my womb 
and the world breathes slowly to our ears.
moves the heart in its laminar shift
rendering my own sleep, some cold turbulent
some sleep that weaves sleeplessness clouds in our days
of counting lights and particles of our unoccupied spaces
of our yet endured working hours and shadow 
you, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Sd_QdLvAYQciDz7X4hHmcIK6pfM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Sd_QdLvAYQciDz7X4hHmcIK6pfM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TimesAThief/~4/LenwDl9owlM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cecilmariani.blogspot.com/2010/10/night-of-fluid-dynamics.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4DQX45fCp7ImA9Wx5VE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824637.post-6762330839416290059</id><published>2010-10-06T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T13:46:10.024-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-06T13:46:10.024-07:00</app:edited><title>fears</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/6762330839416290059?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/6762330839416290059?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TimesAThief/~3/uOykux4VHo0/fears.html" title="fears" /><author><name>cecil mariani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02713007654374673421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">fears have themselves framed on my hallwayalong with other respectable itemsI keep their seatings on my dinner tableeven when at times they loose manners passing themselves carelesslygarnishing each plate with spoiled bitternessbut each time i shove desserts to their mouththey'll make sure I devour life wise and slow yes, I keep my fear close at my dining roombut my carefree happiness at my dorm
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FMTToie-LYgqIgaXu4UeO9zbJb8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FMTToie-LYgqIgaXu4UeO9zbJb8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TimesAThief/~4/uOykux4VHo0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cecilmariani.blogspot.com/2010/10/fears.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QGRXszeyp7ImA9Wx9SGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824637.post-823010076917126140</id><published>2010-08-24T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T06:28:44.583-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-10T06:28:44.583-08:00</app:edited><title>on once a bandwidth costly silence</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3824637&amp;postID=823010076917126140" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/823010076917126140?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/823010076917126140?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TimesAThief/~3/dGbsgjp2ta8/on-once-bandwidth-costly-silence.html" title="on once a bandwidth costly silence" /><author><name>cecil mariani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02713007654374673421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Lovely, the tinged of anger in this wanting window
a dash of sadness, a kind of loathing in a tide of longing
so beautiful it's revolting
this technology, this mapping of brain activities that causes pain &amp;amp; sugar rushes
a sprinkled gladness that I still have this ability to choose over these luxury of feelings
not just the ability in accepting or denying them.
Numbness now seems like a cheap way 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KmHX47yaj2--SKui1SZ-tLAXd4o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KmHX47yaj2--SKui1SZ-tLAXd4o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TimesAThief/~4/dGbsgjp2ta8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cecilmariani.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-once-bandwidth-costly-silence.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEMQn8-cSp7ImA9WxFaE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824637.post-2129464702630598605</id><published>2010-07-16T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:24:43.159-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-16T11:24:43.159-07:00</app:edited><title /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/2129464702630598605?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/2129464702630598605?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TimesAThief/~3/7KR7uUKWW9U/there-waking-up-at-eleven-all-rides.html" title="" /><author><name>cecil mariani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02713007654374673421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">there, waking up at eleven all rides have gone to where people say good morningno more free vit. D timeline has twitting for miles I'd rather not walkI sat on my self loathing desklit my cigarette and blow a smoky lineitalicized in my little chat-box loneliness is not a thing of the night
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fkTTMuCt_PTXwTbcibcA4IhfU3g/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fkTTMuCt_PTXwTbcibcA4IhfU3g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TimesAThief/~4/7KR7uUKWW9U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cecilmariani.blogspot.com/2010/07/there-waking-up-at-eleven-all-rides.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIDRns5cSp7ImA9WxFVFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824637.post-1269754015747791381</id><published>2010-06-13T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T12:32:57.529-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-13T12:32:57.529-07:00</app:edited><title /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/1269754015747791381?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/1269754015747791381?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TimesAThief/~3/mapApDvHFJc/liberations-do-not-come-from-dividing.html" title="" /><author><name>cecil mariani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02713007654374673421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">liberations do not come from dividing ourselves in two and struggling against our own energy.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/B7PPahZGYt29kh6xiTxf7oBs9d0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/B7PPahZGYt29kh6xiTxf7oBs9d0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/B7PPahZGYt29kh6xiTxf7oBs9d0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/B7PPahZGYt29kh6xiTxf7oBs9d0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TimesAThief/~4/mapApDvHFJc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cecilmariani.blogspot.com/2010/06/liberations-do-not-come-from-dividing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUFQHY4fyp7ImA9WxFRFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824637.post-1586674841382298861</id><published>2010-04-28T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:40:11.837-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-28T13:40:11.837-07:00</app:edited><title>catatan gencatan senjata</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3824637&amp;postID=1586674841382298861" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/1586674841382298861?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/1586674841382298861?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TimesAThief/~3/i2zvYrCHnXc/catatan-gencatan-senjata.html" title="catatan gencatan senjata" /><author><name>cecil mariani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02713007654374673421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Kami tak yakin bahwa kami tahu arti hidup terjajah, tetapi di taksi tadi kami mengingat 30 tahun lebih hidup dalam siaga perang.  Mungkin sesederhana tak ada yang sungguh menjajah atau terjajah. Walau seringkali rasa tertindas itu menghimpit begitu jernihnya atau hasrat menjadi tirani kadang begitu kentara lapar dan melahap-lahap sembrono pula bersamaan. Awalnya selalu kemelut-kemelut yang tak 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/85c3Ctyiva0x9mJR3bNwPeLgRpk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/85c3Ctyiva0x9mJR3bNwPeLgRpk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TimesAThief/~4/i2zvYrCHnXc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cecilmariani.blogspot.com/2010/04/catatan-gencatan-senjata.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcDSXY4eyp7ImA9WxBaGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824637.post-420353625008645170</id><published>2010-03-29T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T08:37:58.833-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-29T08:37:58.833-07:00</app:edited><title>whatever insect in that sense</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/420353625008645170?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/420353625008645170?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TimesAThief/~3/vV3ptVt4J1A/whatever-insect-in-that-sense.html" title="whatever insect in that sense" /><author><name>cecil mariani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02713007654374673421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">i snared your pain three and half secondof anaphylactic beauty no flutters nor flickers just heaviness of years in waiting lineand the condensed emptinesswhere I'd snare my fire and you'd heavily flutter mineswollen us, distantbut your pain grow clingy
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yqXM_naRi2SgNb3vijvZ3ZmcVtE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yqXM_naRi2SgNb3vijvZ3ZmcVtE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TimesAThief/~4/VBWaYxhZuXE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cecilmariani.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-what-i-just-did-or-said.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAGQ3g_eSp7ImA9Wx9SEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824637.post-1853856097963315536</id><published>2009-06-27T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T12:52:02.641-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-01T12:52:02.641-08:00</app:edited><title>Hal Terburuk Bernama, Jujur</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3824637&amp;postID=1853856097963315536" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/1853856097963315536?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/1853856097963315536?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TimesAThief/~3/jFPmpnvI-xw/hal-terburuk-bernama-jujur.html" title="Hal Terburuk Bernama, Jujur" /><author><name>cecil mariani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02713007654374673421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Kadang hal terburuk yang bisa dilakukan seseorang di sebuah pagi adalah kehilangan nyali. Nyali untuk mengatakan dengan jujur: aku tak tertarik lagi padamu, atau kamu tak seksi lagi, atau dirimu menjemukan sekali, Jangan memujaku seperti itu, aku tidak menginginkanmu lagi, aku malas berurusan denganmu atau kamu tak ada maknanya buatku. Tapi mungkin jangan pergi dulu. Suatu ketika kelak ketika aku
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BCXFG5fjhr-REHGYOijs-xGTfZ4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BCXFG5fjhr-REHGYOijs-xGTfZ4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TimesAThief/~4/jFPmpnvI-xw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cecilmariani.blogspot.com/2009/02/hal-terburuk-bernama-jujur.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cCQHczfip7ImA9WxJWFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824637.post-111289044270177165</id><published>2009-05-07T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:17:41.986-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-20T13:17:41.986-07:00</app:edited><title>prologia vita</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3824637&amp;postID=111289044270177165" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/111289044270177165?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/111289044270177165?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TimesAThief/~3/Ismh_HRSqOM/prologia-vita.html" title="prologia vita" /><author><name>cecil mariani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02713007654374673421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Namamu Ombrea, karena kamu sulung. Aku melahirkanmu sebagai kegelapan untuk menjadikan kekosongan dan kehampaan itu dirinya sendiri. berdaulat lepas dari hasratku. Walau lahirmu adalah buah dari hasrat-hasrat itu. Tapi hadirmu kemudian terbebas dari keinginan-keinginanku, dirimu sama seperti aku, berkehendak dalam niscaya alirmu, mandiri dengan kekuatan yang bukan kuberikan tapi yang adalah 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xkw0XrAbVhPgzXAMTuwC7IN4E5g/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xkw0XrAbVhPgzXAMTuwC7IN4E5g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TimesAThief/~4/Ismh_HRSqOM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cecilmariani.blogspot.com/2005/05/prologia-vita.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcMQ3o4eyp7ImA9WxVbFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824637.post-6086133335329663849</id><published>2009-03-21T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:04:42.433-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-30T14:04:42.433-07:00</app:edited><title>memoar orang asing</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/6086133335329663849?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/6086133335329663849?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TimesAThief/~3/V1RFWHOPN3c/memoar-orang-asing.html" title="memoar orang asing" /><author><name>cecil mariani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02713007654374673421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">Aku pernah meminta seseorang agar ia jangan menjadi asing.  Di permintaan itu harapan terakhir berkibar di tepi tempat tidur harap yang sekarat. Kesadaran akan keniscayaan bahwa sesuatu akan hilang dan seseorang karib yang hangat di hati tengah berjalan menuju beku seorang asing. Bahwa kekariban atau kedekatan kami suatu kali tidak sungguh ada. Bahwa kedekatan dan kekariban itu sama-sama kami 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A2DzYhTaJ-rPQ6MSdTy-G1taxJw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A2DzYhTaJ-rPQ6MSdTy-G1taxJw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TimesAThief/~4/V1RFWHOPN3c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cecilmariani.blogspot.com/2009/03/memoar-orang-asing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UNRHk5fip7ImA9WxVUFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824637.post-6062582344217049988</id><published>2009-02-22T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:01:35.726-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-21T14:01:35.726-07:00</app:edited><title>memoar perjalanan malam</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3824637&amp;postID=6062582344217049988" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/6062582344217049988?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/6062582344217049988?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TimesAThief/~3/B16z72Vdddg/memoar-perjalanan-malam.html" title="memoar perjalanan malam" /><author><name>cecil mariani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02713007654374673421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">kita bisa berkendara dalam kegelapan malam menuju entahkamu bisa mengemudi dan aku bisa terus terjaga lampu-lampu berjajar, kegelapan lalu lampu-lampu lagi hingga kehilanganberjam-jam, berbulan dengan malam serupaaku sering haus dalam perjalanan dan kamu pernah mengaku lapar akanku dan aku tak sengaja meninggalkan bekal perjalanan kita dalam panggangansebelum pergi dari flat yang setidaknya lepuh
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ng0QoJllS_KP3zP0NR-sl6rdeYY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ng0QoJllS_KP3zP0NR-sl6rdeYY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TimesAThief/~4/B16z72Vdddg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cecilmariani.blogspot.com/2009/02/memoar-perjalanan-malam.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUNQng-fip7ImA9WxRaGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824637.post-8343452667092174327</id><published>2008-12-21T16:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:38:13.656-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-21T16:38:13.656-08:00</app:edited><title>ruang kosong</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3824637&amp;postID=8343452667092174327" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/8343452667092174327?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/8343452667092174327?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TimesAThief/~3/5_yKW4y_FYI/ruang-kosong.html" title="ruang kosong" /><author><name>cecil mariani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02713007654374673421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">lagi-lagi kosong. Ruang yang semula tiada, lalu didesak hingga terbangun begitu megahnya. kemudian kosong. dibangun untuk ditinggalkan. dengan kesadaran dan sejenis kecemasan yang terbaca ketika aku mungkin juga kamu menyusun batu demi batunya. Lihatlah ruang itu terbangun. buatmu. dengan sedikit harapan yang dibisikan diam-diam oleh hati yang begitu kecil dan malu-malu,.. "buat kita". jika 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NPhs2EXkjxdaZFgEd9yMll5xv1E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NPhs2EXkjxdaZFgEd9yMll5xv1E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TimesAThief/~4/5_yKW4y_FYI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cecilmariani.blogspot.com/2008/12/ruang-kosong.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEICQnkzfSp7ImA9WxVSFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824637.post-861817420471669900</id><published>2008-12-13T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:29:23.785-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-10T14:29:23.785-08:00</app:edited><title>'my name is none'</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3824637&amp;postID=861817420471669900" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/861817420471669900?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/861817420471669900?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TimesAThief/~3/SX7fJWZP7VU/my-name-is-none.html" title="'my name is none'" /><author><name>cecil mariani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02713007654374673421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">'mon nome est personne', seorang kawan lewat yahoo messenger. Seorang juru bicara kejujuran dikirim semesta karena saya seringkali tuli untuk mendengar suaranya sendiri. Tidak tepat demikian yang ia katakan namun demikian yang ditulisnya kemudian diingatan saya. Judul sebuah musik yang mengalun dari radio internet dibawah genre eclectic. Dari kata-kata kunci itu kemudian semua catatan ini 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fVRreAZnk8eEyojN8W_XcWJI2Kg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fVRreAZnk8eEyojN8W_XcWJI2Kg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TimesAThief/~4/SX7fJWZP7VU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cecilmariani.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-name-is-none.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAHSH8zfCp7ImA9WxVSEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824637.post-1348923658601680059</id><published>2008-11-03T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T10:52:19.184-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-03T10:52:19.184-08:00</app:edited><title>indomie dan mimpi buruk</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/1348923658601680059?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/1348923658601680059?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TimesAThief/~3/yEG6G8aIDtQ/indomie-dan-mimpi-buruk.html" title="indomie dan mimpi buruk" /><author><name>cecil mariani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02713007654374673421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">Sebuah pagi yang buruk untuk berpikir tentang hidup para santo atau martir. Apakah mereka semua juga penderita pasif agresif disorder? Dengan menghancurkan diri, mereka secara ganas berambisi mengusik hidup, menggoyang orang lain dengan kepasifan, jadi domba sembelihan. berteduh di pendamaian yang dengan mudah dijuduli kesedihan itu basi dan terlalu apolonian, kadang terlalu bersih, kebanalan pun
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yCWAe9w-lM4Vgt5wlX-lLBJY-uM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yCWAe9w-lM4Vgt5wlX-lLBJY-uM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TimesAThief/~4/yEG6G8aIDtQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cecilmariani.blogspot.com/2008/11/indomie-dan-mimpi-buruk.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMHQ384eSp7ImA9WxRWFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824637.post-839716785208468913</id><published>2008-11-02T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T10:27:12.131-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-02T10:27:12.131-08:00</app:edited><title>akhir tahun kesekian</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/839716785208468913?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/839716785208468913?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TimesAThief/~3/iO9eFZOQ2QE/akhir-tahun-kesekian.html" title="akhir tahun kesekian" /><author><name>cecil mariani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02713007654374673421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">Sesekali dalam hidup ada peristiwa jumpa yang getar energinya memberi efek kejut serupa feedback elektronik, Semacam tendangan frekuensi paling rendah yang tua dan familiar. selalu bergetar bermasa-masa seperti dinding bebangunan tua, menyelinap atau semata tak lewat dalam sadar lalu tiba-tiba menuntut hadir. Berkulit hasrat keintiman berujung kekosongan yang lazim itu. Dorongan yang saru karena 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CjKAyDEP39coPgS8d3afEyYJKwA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CjKAyDEP39coPgS8d3afEyYJKwA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TimesAThief/~4/iO9eFZOQ2QE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://cecilmariani.blogspot.com/2008/11/akhir-tahun-kesekian.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAFQnk8fSp7ImA9WxRWEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824637.post-4317218921535932767</id><published>2008-10-25T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:58:33.775-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-26T13:58:33.775-07:00</app:edited><title>memoar ikan sebelah</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3824637&amp;postID=4317218921535932767" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/4317218921535932767?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824637/posts/default/4317218921535932767?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TimesAThief/~3/0ROKy_yIhtU/memoar-ikan-sebelah.html" title="memoar ikan sebelah" /><author><name>cecil mariani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02713007654374673421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Kata kunci ingatan suatu oktober akan tereja seperti bunyi kata "hangat". hawa kulit yang seperti uap secangkir teh, hawa yang bangkit dari alir darah yang bergegas, Wangi ikan sebelah yang baru keluar dari panggangan dan bibir-bibir yang lepuh oleh hidangan ciuman penutupnya. Kata kunci yang tereja seperti bunyi kata "hangat" untuk catatan yang terbungkus cerita porak poranda. Begitu runyam 
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