From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.

All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.

There is always the question why And there is always life, Which doesn't need an answer.

Menulislah dengan akal, pengetahuan, keikhlasan, ketenangan, kasih sayang dan niat yang murni

Courage is more important than to be deceived by shallow victory waiting for a delayed defeat.

Since nothing is absolute There is no absolute silence, Only an appearance Of temporary peace.

Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?

Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.

When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.

I visited many places, Some of them quite Exotic and far away, But I always returned to myself.

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.

It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things and even more beautiful to silently gaze at them.

Perfection seems sterile; it is final, no mystery in it; it's a product of an assembly line.

A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.

... she was a pudding of immaturity and precocious wisdom that had not yet set into a stable mold.