Posted by PuJa on September 30, 2009
Written by Nurel Javissyarqi Translated by Agus B. Harianto (I) This is the word of the crazy man, pregnant for nine months of memory; life- death in so many fall head long, the head is a half cold of the angel, the left side is the real world. The ship of nervousness is in any […]
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Written by Nurel Javissyarqi Translated by Agus B. Harianto (I) At the height of steam under the shelter of light, the space fully with the grains of dew is dropped on the face of ocean; before the wave of musing is swaying its hand to the final gesture of its period.
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Written by Nurel Javissyarqi Translated by Agus B. Harianto (I) All the time of empty space, ghost for specter of yearning, room should be empty, creates the strange voice in the ear of bird; the power of absorbing is back, dust is scattered around from the weakly walls.
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Written by Nurel Javissyarqi Translated by Agus B. Harianto (I) Thousand of haunting pull my hair, together with the sun passes over the seventh days of earth, twelve full moon, drizzle and hot day stings. Which night, watches the forever stars, on the savannah of coarse grasses, when the mist spread out the doubt; the […]
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