Written by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
(I) Nietzsche, what torch you turn on,
until the kingdom of my soul is molten, together with you I incarnate become dust.
(II) Nauseating garbage, flood the brain and sword;
it’s worn out, there is no mirror’s cracking to reflect the light. Lanjutkan membaca “NIETZSCHE, I STAY IN DIET”