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Tag Archives: Magic
CONTOH CINTA PUISI BAHASA JERMAN (SEI JEMAND)
Wenn du liebst und bereit bist, nicht geliebt zu werden, zu geben, ohne eine Gegenleistung für deine Taten zu erwarten, dann bist du tatsächlich ein erwachsener Mensch geworden. Continue reading
Posted in Literature, Poetry
Tagged Ancient, Civilization, Culture, Dream, Human, Legend, Life, Logic, Love, Magic, Tradition, World
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KING NEAR GOD AWAY
Lilawangsa replied nonchalantly, “King Near God Far!” The Frenchman, named de Beaulieu, recorded Lilawangsa’s words, later this sentence would appear in the memoirs of his trip to Aceh, rewritten by Denys Lombard in a book entitled “The Kingdom of Aceh at the Age of Sultan Iskandar Muda.” Continue reading
THE STORY OF A SMALL COUNTRY AGAINST AMERICAN CAPITALISM
The United States as a country is still a merchant selling its own corporate products. No, even though we are a small country that doesn’t know where but we have to fight their capitalism, gently of course. Continue reading
SEA AND TWILIGHT
The sun will sink into the wide Indian Ocean, a dazzling light, dazzling to the eyes, glows on the face of the vast blue water. The surface of the sea in the sun I thought, how beautiful is it? Continue reading
Posted in Literature, Poetry
Tagged Banda Aceh, Dark, Human, Life, Literature, Love, Magic, Night, Poetry, Sea, Story, Time
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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 world we see is not the real world, actually, the different color gradient in the eyes of others is different. Continue reading
THE BEAUTY OF THE MOON
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.” Continue reading
Posted in Fiction, International, Literature, Poetry, Story
Tagged Ancient, Bachelor, Civilization, Dark, Dream, Legend, Life, Love, Magic, Night, Story, Time, Wench, Western
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WE ARE PHYSICIAN OF OUR SOUL
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
Posted in Fiction, International, Literature, Poetry
Tagged Bachelor, Dark, Drama, Dream, Human, Life, Literature, Logic, Magic, Man, Night, Poetry, Time
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THE POLITICS OF AN ABUNAWAS
THE POLITICS OF AN ABUNAWAS. Abu Nawas was born from history, not from nothing. Abu Nawas original name is Abu Ali al-Hasan bin Hani al-Hakami. He was born in 145 H (747 AD) in the city of Ahvaz in Persia (present Iran). His father, Hani al-Hakam, was a member of the military legion of Caliph Marwan II. While his mother was named Jalban, a Persian woman who worked as a woolen washer. Since childhood, he was orphaned. A glorious life in the reign of Harun Al-Rashid, in a chaotic manner, can help or at the same time defeat the Caliph in any matter. Continue reading
FOR ONE WEEK IN LOVE
FOR ONE WEEK IN LOVE. Like a blacksmith is she the only one who forges my heart into steel. So for that, I must help her, as a devotion to the teacher. For a week-old love, where in the past I owe it on time. Continue reading
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