Lily of the Valley

The butterfly needs to be calm down, the explosion doesn't reach the highest rank anymore but touch the bottom of the heart; the garden of the soul; the beauty of the eyes. The body doesn't feel burnt but warm. All you have just slow and relax. Sometime you feel like being bewitched body and soul just because you see the sky, the sun and the moon at their finest, you see life differently. It's safe and sound. That's love. Love. A mature love. 

Rumah, ada jarak yang merupakan tumbuhnya bentang rindu Aku, merawat harap pada apa yang membentang menujunya Untuk manusia-manusia marjinal yang tetap kokoh berdiri di pinggiran kota, kusam, keriput, berbaur bersama semilir angin dan rintik hujan di pelipir asa, tenang dan nyaman semoga menghampiri bertubi-tubi.