TWILIGHT AT LITTLE HARBOUR this time no one's looking for love between the sheds, the old houses, in the stories of poles and rope. a boat. a perahu without water puffs and blows, thinking there's something it can catch. the drizzle quickens the darkness. there is an eagle still flapping touching the sulkiness. with a rustle the day swim swiftly away, to meet the seduction of things to come. nothing moves and now the sand and the sea are asleep, the waves are gone there's nothing else. I am alone. walking skirting the peninsule, still a muffled hope of just once reaching the end, and saying goodbay to everything from the fourth beach, where the last sob could be hugged by chairil anwar (senja di pelabuhan kecil) translated by Raffel in in Husen senja di pelabuhan kecil ini kali tidak ada yang mencari cinta di antara gudang rumah tua pada cerita tiang serta temali, kapal perahu tiada berlaut menghembus diri dalam memper...
LOVE YOUR LIFE-LOVE YOURSELF. LIFE IS WORTH, INSTEAD OF EXPECTING OTHER DO BETTER BE KIND TO YOURSELF AND BE ACTIVE ON YOUR DREAM BE LIFE AND SEIZE YOUR LIFE Y.O.L.O