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By Danarto
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
At a chalk hill which is all around growth by date tree in Town of Jericho, Palestine, three child seem suddenly discontinued their game which at beginning those children were chasing each other. Those three children, each were about twelve years old, were staring at to space. There was something in the sky too interesting in order to be paid attention. A remarkable object was level of, precisely giant stone block, gold color wrapped by orange, was wafting slowly from east direction to the west. A lump of light was more bright than sunshine. (lebih…)
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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…)
Filed under: Ballads of Too Early Destiny, PUstaka puJAngga
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