Posted by PuJa on Oktober 27, 2009
Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi Translated by Agus B. Harianto When the world was in the form thickly mist, who said? When the dew had not born yet, who reached? When history had not written yet, who talked about words? The times was still in form of light’s slicing, who was the first one live at […]
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Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi Translated by Agus B. Harianto It never hand down the death’s verdict for twice, unless you appeal to higher court, similar like the suspended animation of the cleaner by broom of split coconut midribs at Ampel’s mausoleum (II: I). Do you know about the uprooting soul? A beginning of new journey […]
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Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi Translated by Agus B. Harianto Take a rest woman of grand, greet the tomorrow sun trough the newest shine of sunrise and show your shiny face in front of the light (III: I). If awaked, embrace the sleepy blanketed with intimation, but it will be more comply, to analyze with the […]
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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).
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