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Translated by Agus B. Harianto [BEACH’S CONVERSATIONS] Wrinkles of forehead aimed to the silent streets along the river branches, whispered voices to rigid and calm ear, down the valleys of the heart stepped up the continuously and harmoniously sick.
Written by Nurel Javissyarqi Translated by Agus B. Harianto Say the greeting of motherland recites rain of the ancient, voice to hear for the human sings the song of twilight of the heart.
Written by Nurel Javissyarqi Translated by Agus B. Harianto Oh, come in fully tenderness as fragrant as tuberose flowers which been waiting at the across of ocean. The wind tells about the hill of eternity the coast dim as much as a kiss of the moon a stalk of wood just left to be daydreaming.
To Gesang Martohartono Written by Nurel Javissyarqi Translated by Agus B. Harianto Your stream tells the story of old man sitting on the cluster of clay. Staring at the rolling of waves the fog and the sun caressing.
