Once upon a time, like an arrogant man in a small town, he may not be a rich man, but not so poor either. Just say he has some high chair within the town council, enough to keep him living in prosperity.
Last Saturday, I visited the “Goa Lawah” (literally means: bat cave) Temple on the Southeast coast of Bali. Its located about 50 km from Denpasar City on the main way to Candidasa. In the old-time it located in the border between the Kingdom of Karangasem and Klungkung.
There were moments I can’t clearly grasp until this very day. Everything those stain as memories are evaporating slowly but certainly. Even for the most solid ones, they were being covered in some dark dust and mist. Yes, I was one try to recall all those moments to the present time, let them become clearLanjutkan membaca “I Vote For Darkness”
Dónde Están Mis Sueños, maybe you will ask me what is that? It is a Spanish if translated with Google, it comes as “Where Are My Dreams.” Well, before I am going any further. I would like to ask you whether you ever heard about Don Quixote? Yes, he is a famous character of localLanjutkan membaca “Dónde Están Mis Sueños”
This one is a story which takes place a long time ago, on a beautiful Sunday morning before everything turn into that tragedy. I was riding my bike until I got in the middle of a city square, I met my old buddy Tom (of course this is his false name), I called him loudly,Lanjutkan membaca “Half Winged Butterfly”