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Written by Ahmad Thohari
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
The bus I took entered Cirebon bus station when the sun almost reached summit of the sky. The stinging sun increased the heat of old diesel engine to roast that bus along with its contents. Fortunately, the bus was not so full that each passenger doesn’t have to stand close one another to have body contact. But on my left side someone used newspaper fan just to blow the smell of sweat trough the air. Behind, the cigarette smoke came out of a man’s mouth that in his half sleepy condition. (lebih…)
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Written by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
(I) The one who retraces the muddy sand of seashore,
climbs the hills of yearning,
and the wind always wipes my feet;
alike a princess caresses my forehead,
when the sweat is starting to come out
and then become steam quickly together with it. (lebih…)
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Posted by PuJa on
Written by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
(He has name Jala Suta, the legend said;
his birth when his both parent were wading the Sunda straits.
the wave was the witness of sacred ceremony; the sun was in the top of adult,
while the silver color of the moon, accompanied his musing.
while the stars he was picking up for lesson). (lebih…)
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Tags: Agus B. Harianto, Ballads of Too Early Destiny, Nurel Javissyarqi, PUstaka puJAngga
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