This morning I went to Ciwaruga’s village ( Parongpong –
I think flower is a definite form of beauty.
Good morning flowers!
This morning I went to Ciwaruga’s village ( Parongpong –
I think flower is a definite form of beauty.
Good morning flowers!
It was definitely surprising me having met with Andrea Hirata, my truly favorite writer in
You can fly away
Fly like a bird
Across the sky
Above the clouds so high
Moon and the stars
Light up the sky
You visit a place in a timeless dimension
where all of your fears are at bay
Sun sets low across the bay
A beautiful light
Closes the day
You can visit anytime
It's always there
Just close your eyes
(on top of the world)
“Half the fun of the travel is the esthetic of lostness. - Ray Bradbury”
Uptown, the street's in a calming way
And outside is warm as a bed with a maid
And I find it's all our waves and raves
That makes the days go on this way
I heard the sad sound of words
Spoken from a beak of a wise old bird
Uptown, the streets are kept afloat
Our ground never leaves me alone
He means well, saying,
I've got stories of wine, superb
And of course my childhood, forks and knives
And a hospital bed, where I turned my life over and over again.
"Beirut – Forks and Knives (La Fête)"