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. Continue reading
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? Continue reading
KISSING THE DEATH AN ELEGY. Describes the feeling of Toyotomi Hideyori, ahead of the fall of Osaka Castle on the Tokugawa Ieyasu army. After hearing the most powerful samurai, Yukimura Sanada fought desperately to pick up death on the front. Alone to keep the honor of his master. Continue reading
A WEEK AFTER THE ACEH TSUNAMI (2004)
When the nights can’t sleep the awakened souls
Tired of forged hot sun burning
And the crashing waves had passed
Leave the debris strewn all over Continue reading
MY PRAY, A POEM WRITTEN BY HAMZAH FANSURI. If I prostrate for you god for fear of hell, burn me with the fire of hell. When prostration me god because crave heaven, so close the gates of heaven to me Continue reading
LOOKING FOR THE PATH TO THE LIGHT. Right! I have to move, in a slightly longer step. Because I’m sure and have to believe! Move me this, will shake the universe. Continue reading
NOTHING. Someone once said the root cause of a person is a memory, without memory, he will always find new things throughout life. But another person also said memory is a treasure box that can be opened anytime. Even when you feel you do not have anything. Continue reading
A NOTE FROM A LOSER. Often I ask if life is fair? It is not easy to say goodbye. All about regret, bringing wounds to the soul. Sometimes I want to run far away with you leaving all the reality. And I can’t. Continue reading
IS THIS LOVE. She is an embodiment of different, indifferent nature. Her face was as calm as the lake of unexpected depth for anyone. Continue reading
THE MEANING OF NOSTALGIA. The past never stands alone. If the past stands alone, it will never exist. We remember, and that actually links what we remember something that reappears in our heads with the heads that are present in our bodies today. That’s why people do not remember everything completely. Continue reading
