And love is freeing …


This paper I make after enjoy Iftar, with some cigarettes and ofcourse a glass of black coffee, as usual. And as usual, there are also feelings back in the footsteps of earlier times. Time, when there are a lot of things pass and leaving such meanings as well as in the plenary. A time where, love it feels as well and truly alive, in fact it feels terrific momentum amongst the refugee barracks, a remote village, the area of disasters that are overflowing with overwhelming sea of tears and sadness, and … that’s why there’s always love and animate there.
Not mere poetic words, and words that always land prices from the mouth of the poets and poet. This is a time that is terrific, with whom love is really freeing and emancipation for every course to close to her, to always feel shady and peaceful, and isn’t love indeed created Lord in order to apply. Thus, there is hell what, so now with the pangs of love are often injured?, what’s wrong with him?

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Jogja, Twilight efflux, seventh full moon 2012

Share is light, lucky people who use conscience & his senses, so with that he could appreciate life and share it to any others. Have congratulations on breaking the fasting month Indonesia ….

Malam dibelakang keraton putih


Bintang berjingkat menari lantas terbakar Menepi dalam gugatan lelangit yang maha

Awan putih berarak hitam searak senada Mengecup dalam diam yang menyala Rembulan seketika sayu dan menghambur Dalam bayang metafora alam raya Yang berdentum dan lantas mengalun dalam tembang asmaradana Yang menelanjangi rasa, asa dan kinasih

Ketika langit bersih kembali menampakkan bimasakti, antara mereka berdua, tidak ada yang berkata-kata. Hanya nada-nada yang resah dan optimis Menjadi penanda bagi sebuah pratanda baru Lalu ia tahu perempuan itu tak akan menangis. Sebab bila esok pagi pada rumput halaman ada tapak yang menjauh ke utara, ia tak akan mencatat yang telah lewat dan yang akan tiba, karena ia tak berani lagi. Lantas ia berkata dengan wajah menatap langit, jiwa ini tandu maka berbaringlah.

Stasiun Tugu, sebelum fajar menghajar dengan dinginnya 2011