A POOR MORNING AND BABY BIRD The morning wind is an invisible hand, which blows through the old trees in the yard, the leaves rustling and shivering gently stroked his fingers. In the sky…

HENRIETTE ROLAND HOLST (Dutch poet, writer and activist, one of the inspirations for Indonesian freedom fighters) "We are not temple builders We're just rock carriers We are the …

INDEPENDENCE AGE NOW Independence is when we can express what we feel freely, freely and happily.  Independence is the spirit that can be obtained from the struggle of the nation's he…

AT granny's house: about my first heartbreak The dark green foliage is rich in pigment Air is purer than oxygen cylinders golden wing…

AT THE AIRPORT THIS MORNING I REMEMBER YOU What are you doing on a morning like this?  Are you sure you're not thinking about me?  Yo…

BUTTERFLY AND HURRICANE As soon as I left the club area, I immediately stopped a conventional taxi that happened to be passing by. Along the way, I did not stop crying, more precisely lam…