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Written by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
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Johannes Brahms (May 7, 1833 – April 3, 1897) is a German composer and pianist, one of the main musicians of Romantic period. He was born in Hamburg, German, but he has a lot of work and he died at Vienna, Austria. At his lifetime he was very popular also influential in the music world. Brahms composed piano music, ensembles chamber music, for symphony orchestra and also for the singers and the choir as well. As an expert pianist, he often showed by himself in the prime of his works. (lebih…)
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Written by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
At the dark night, there was no stars even one or the beauty face of the moon. Ken Angrok with his knight body was riding on black horse, broke through the nature of without shadow. He Attacked forward without any doubt, along with animal’s neigh. Scared to mob of wolf that was usually piercing on the old lime hill. (lebih…)
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Written by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
The spirit of poetry before blown by the poet, it was still wafting in the sky of the spiritual of creation. How to struggle the light of feeling is so tired. Like water is boiling on the stove with the flame of eternity.
Ripen substances of experience till no bacteria remains. From there comes the clarity of beginning, his own soul is suggested for the sake of spewing long embodied the flaming. As a birth of certitude, after long yearning encumbered. (lebih…)
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Indonesia, Song of Red and White
my country where my mother lived and died
giving birth to five deaths, five silent deaths
silence of little babies lying cold on the tears-stained sheet of the bed
all the dreams, all the hopes of a noisy future
cut off and sliced by five angels of death
angels of envy, angels of burning crosses
angels that only dared to scare five little new born babies (lebih…)
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