Posted by PuJa on Oktober 27, 2009
Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi Translated by Agus B. Harianto Before this writing is deeper, be willing to accost you at first; is the dream slowly getting lost, by the sunbeam teaches the soul, don’t know still there, the soft nights are guarded by the rhythm of essence’s feeling (X: I).
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Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi Translated by Agus B. Harianto From you the passion blows up skin and content, the life’s spirit of east and west jumps up and down to the bosom of cloud embraces the wave, when the color doesn’t question about the light anymore (XI: I). To you is ended the thirsty souls, […]
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Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi Translated by Agus B. Harianto When the air sway smallest pieces of your hair, the cloud- cumulus be in throng moved covers the skin of firmament (XII: I). Its wings stretch on the hill without stars, and then heard the gending-gending that comes from cluster of village, the beginning place of […]
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Writer by Nurel Javissyarqi Translated by Agus B. Harianto He pours out the command words of the eternality of wave, the mist overflowing climbs down the peninsula of sky at across island and the power of yearning is shingled by firmament (XIII: I). When the eagle are floating, you pulls its soul’s restrains, the wind- […]
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