Je suis et puis disparaissent Je suis tombé et ensuite allé Je cherche et trouve qu’il a perdu Ma volonté nie d’augmenter Mon âme piégés sous ma conscience Mon esprit s’est brisé sous un ciel de beauté
It was a windy evening when my phone ringing silently. I see… I got a message, there was no sender’s name but a number – indeed a very special number that I honestly can’t put a name on it, since what happen on earth between this two beings were nameless. I opened it with uncertainLanjutkan membaca “I’m Sorry for Not Praying It”
When my friend – the Tobytall – shares about “No Reason, I Love You”. I found something much deeper than just those words…, yes the words is important but not the essential element if you may say so. People feel in love, I do feel love. I never thinking yet why for I fell love.Lanjutkan membaca “Reason Makes You Lost The Essential”
Back then since I was still a crying baby who can do nothing but cries – though no much different today – I grew up in a small village, my granny house on a developing traditional village which now has turned into modern life. We lived as much as traditional people in Bali. If youLanjutkan membaca “A Year Memoir – Sound of Ancient Tradition”
I know there is something disturbing me lately, or maybe more than something. It must be very irritating for me to has everything make me look like a skhwang (using an informal term from avatar movie).
See the beautiful picture above, well it should be very clear for everybody what I would like to say. Thanks to Vishal – He has a very nice graph, I stole from his pretty blog, he he 🙂 Maybe in my country there is never been a single snow fallen in Christmas’ eve. But toLanjutkan membaca “Merry Christmas 2009”
Why people tied on past, while they were hiding from the future? Let me release…, not one…, not two…, but the whole life at once This heart bumping so fast but the eyes deny to look at the world I have no voice – loud enough to reach the wall of my own confusedness AndLanjutkan membaca “Singing Your Heart’s Song”
I am the broken shell hiding in the mist of confuses, my voices try to reach the light that never exist. I saw the sun rising softly above my soul, trembling I said, you have warning all the land above the earth, but you never touch the endless winter in my heart. Holding my breathLanjutkan membaca “The Broken Shell The Broken Mirror”
Dalam budaya Bali dikenal kata/istilah sukla, yang berarti sesuatu yang masih murni/baru. Semisal buah yang baru dipetik kemudian digunakan dalam persembahyangan, maka buah itu disebut sukla.
Once upon a time, an old rabbit who get jealous to her neighbor – a young mother of a small rabbit, a young mother that desperately looking for living for both of them, she and her only daughter.