Tengkuputeh

TO READ THE HUMAN HEART Sometimes a poet raises his mind too much, just like a starling’s anxiety is like a king’s dream. But it is necessary, whatever consolation for

MORTAL All human beings are mortal. Words are just words, we fall in love because of words, we believe because of words, fate is trapped in the word. Maybe the

MARSOSE CORPS, THE DUTCH SPECIAL ARMY DURING ACEH WAR The Marechaussee te Voet Corps, known in Indonesia as Marsose corps, was a military unit established during the colonial period of

ADIOS ANDALUCIA. I am ashamed of my foolishness, I have embarrassed the ancestors. Indeed I have put the effort of Thariq ibn Ziad to conquer the Iberian Peninsula, seven hundred years ago. And I surrender to fate, if I later, Abdurrahman is remembered as the worst Muslim fighter and leader, all the time. Adios Andalusia that I love and will never see again.

ACEH CRAZY OR ACEH PUNGO. Aceh Pungo (Bahasa Indonesia: Aceh Gila) is known in Dutch by the name of Aceh Moorden. The word “Pungo” is an ancient word that is equivalent to the Acehnese language meaning “crazy” is a term used when a person does things beyond reasonable limits.

MISSION LOOKING FOR ABU NAWAS. Abu Nawas brings irony, humor, gaps that interrupt amid the impermanence of confidence and the arrogance of a great agenda. With his clothing, he infiltrated into society, living, parrying and singing their way. That is why Abu Nawas is attached to us, everyone who feels himself is nobody.

THE BEAUTY OF THE MOON. “Do you think the moon is beautiful? Please tell me the beauty of the moon until you look at it while lying down.”

INTERVIEW WITH THE DEVIL. He is the Devil, who never does anything, he just whispers the temptation into the hearts of the human beings. I am a weak man, my legs are getting trembling with fear. He who was so powerful almost gripped me in his wisdom face. The more I think the more I fear, that I have just met the Devil himself.

WE ARE PHYSICIAN OF OUR SOUL. My whole body hurt, but soon the surgery that will end this suffering will begin. The surgical time finally arrived. The doctor who will dissect me appears. The doctor is me. Do not worry! You are me. I am the one who performed the operation. Like an annoying doctor, I can’t protest because he is myself.

Is life a journey? Every birth if thought carefully is just a coincidence. With hundreds of millions of sperm swimming blindly in the dark, it is very unlikely that a person can become what they are. Of all the crowded in the universe, how much is planned?