Feat. Song: Kencono Wungu by Waldjinah.
The song is spoken in Traditional Javanese Language
My garden is full of flora
that aren't native
to this country,
they are bizarre,
they come from motherland
that is distant,
fairly deprived,
and famished.
What is not in headlines of medias:
is a woman in a big city
on her way to an airport
who took one last look at her house
and dug a bulb out of the cold dirt.
she put it in her pocket
but forgot about it
until months later,
in a new country,
homesick,
that aren't native
to this country,
they are bizarre,
they come from motherland
that is distant,
fairly deprived,
and famished.
What is not in headlines of medias:
is a woman in a big city
on her way to an airport
who took one last look at her house
and dug a bulb out of the cold dirt.
she put it in her pocket
but forgot about it
until months later,
in a new country,
homesick,
she planted it
in her backyard,
so that a sweet fragrance jasmine
bloomed memories of home.
Before a girl left her motherland
for North America
she counted the spice seeds she would plant
to make something as simple as a taste of home
of warmer,
spicier days...
in her backyard,
so that a sweet fragrance jasmine
bloomed memories of home.
Before a girl left her motherland
for North America
she counted the spice seeds she would plant
to make something as simple as a taste of home
of warmer,
spicier days...
When I came into florida,
I forgot to take any seed of home.
lil' acorn,
white jasmine,
or purple violets,
nor my favorite chilly seeds..
The seed I took
were scraps of memories,
slag,
N sweet,
beautiful batik skirt,
wood carving,
painting,
photos,
traditional songs,
memories that cant be planted
under palms,
in salty sand.
thousands of miles
from rivers of thousand islands,
by deep valleys of my very own heart..
