"You gotta live every single day My Child", Preacher Man said to me. "Is this dejavu?, I just see my body in that coffin". "No My Child, look at me, that photograph? It's just a door. A door that have thousands promise you must fight. With your first step". And every memory will find they own door. Preacher man keep telling me but in a second I saw my body talk with an old man in front of grave yard.
Depok, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Preacher man and Me.
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semoga idung ini masih lah mau dan mampu menerima aliran-aliran oksigen tuk bisa melihat hari esok, karena kalau-lah diri ini tak terasuki oleh udara-udara itu, maka keterlambatan-lah yang ditemui, dan butiran-butiran tanah basah yang menemani jasad ini selama seminggu di perumahan baru.
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