Apakah cinta menjadi kurang bermakna bila kita memperkecilnya? Menurut Edith Tiempo, tentu saja tidak
Benang-benang dari langit menganyam selimut di bumi, saling mendorong, berburu-buru menukik ke tanah tandus
A humble Indonesian translation of a poem written by Filipino author Macario Tiu
Last night, I tasted the stars. Lots of it. They were trapped in the glasses I ordered. They call it rempah. I call it heaven.
It's the most stupid unsolicited advice I have ever heard in my life. Period.
The task of poetry is to defeat the spectre of despair, in an age where people suffering deep inside are struggling to find the words that best describe their state of mind
Just as a painter can’t become one without immersing himself to great works of art, a writer cannot succeed without making reading his religion