Posted by PuJa on September 30, 2009
Written by Nurel Javissyarqi Translated by Agus B. Harianto (I) Thousand of haunting pull my hair, together with the sun passes over the seventh days of earth, twelve full moon, drizzle and hot day stings. Which night, watches the forever stars, on the savannah of coarse grasses, when the mist spread out the doubt; the […]
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Written by Nurel Javissyarqi Translated by Agus B. Harianto (I) Faust, I hear you in the noisy the side of my spirit; the hills make line to test this climbing, far profile on the top of snow mountain is mine. You freeze the body of rain, the kapok assaults your robe, whom rumpled for me […]
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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.
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Written by Nurel Javissyarqi Translated by Agus B. Harianto “with her simplicity, woman can also be beauty” (Van Gogh) I. History of paint (I) The world is colorful, night- noon, twilight and dawn, stripe and stretch down to embrace the sky; bats, crows, incarnate become history.
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