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(Delayed) Day 288 in 2017

Dreaming of walking on the clouds,

Overpassing reality,

On the way towards the next reality,

Under the blue sky – on top of the steps, standing proud.

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(Delayed) Day 281 in 2017

The temple contains heartfelt prayers;

Recited towards the open heaven,

Among the clouds of faith for the answers,

And the lights of hope without end.

(Delayed) Day 253 in 2017

The lights paint the nocturnal canvas,

With vibes that constraint to slumber;

A masquerade ball trying to tranquilize the chaos,

Within the very hearts of the wanderers.

Day 243 in 2017

Arsitektur yang Lain – Sebuah Kritik Arsitektur (The Other Architecture – An Architecture Criticism)

By Avianti Armand

Di dunia yang dihantui 2F -Fame and Fortune- arsitektur yang lain ini memang sebuah jalan yang sepi. Tapi selalu ada pengelana yang mencari bukan keduanya. Mungkin sesuatu yang lebih sejati yang memang tak mudah didapat. Mungkin perjalanan itu sendiri.

(p. 121)

In the world haunted by the 2F -Fame and Fortune- the other architecture is an unpopular road. But there is always wanderer who looks for either one of them. Perhaps the veracious thing which is not easy to gain. Perhaps the journey itself.

(Delayed) Day 234 in 2017

I am roofed under your love,

Uncaged and left open,

But secure and safe,

For your heart keeps it plain.

Day 222 in 2017

Is it endless?

Who knows?

Is it merciless?

Who cares?

The path is ageless,

Walk each day away,

Looking back is useless,

For it will only slip your hope away.

Day 196 in 2017

The pass before you might have been established forever, 

But not with the moment to go through it. 

Day 181 in 2017

Carried away, 

You walk all the way, 

The path that leads you to no end,

With your mind as a faithful friend. 

┬áDay 148 in 2017

A girl peacefully fell into a slumber at noon,

While the sun was shouting harshly out there,

And the wind has hidden somewhere behind the moon, 

Or perhaps swallowed by the angry sun up there. 

The cooled sphere wrapped her like a cocoon, 

Saved her from the cruel heat she couldn’t bear, 

Kept her from falling into a swoon, 

And let her indulge in her peaceful slumber. 

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