Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
The sound of gendings still heaving in your soul,
although the music is stopped, feels its silent aim to the top of becoming blue
then the soul is whispered, knocks the windows of immortal women (IV: I). Lanjutkan membaca “SPACES PERPETUATE, IV: I – XCVIII”