SUBALA SUBULU
All About Writing and Arts
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.
-Pablo Neruda
Selasa, 17 Mei 2011
Buried The Past
Soeharto
BURY! BURY!
BURY THE PAST!
-Wait for another Past-
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