“One never goes so far as when one doesn’t know where one is going”
(von Goethe)
Finally, i’m going home. Since it’s not long enough from my last visit, i can’t hold it anymore. It’z okay. Jakarta can’t hold my belonging. It’s not more than a city with lot of money. Great temptation. That’z all. And Jogja is wrapped with My Home Sweet Home purple gift paper theme. And there is where my fatigue will float. Then it sinks. Then it dissapear.
Time is growing slowly in that town. Time is relative, i feel. No matter what are u gonna think, people seem have enough patience for throwing all bad thinking. All bad dream. It has no use for sure. And life is too short to think about it. We’re often driving it to the wrong way. And we don’t bring the map. And if u get to dark strange city, then u know it. It’s too late. People and friends there will remain to help ur dayz well.
Do u believe in immortality? No, and one life is enough for me
(Albert Einstein)
Oh, again. I’m feeling that blue. My blue city. Twilight of peacefully street. When Nite is like a long flowing robe. Star begin prays for hope. The warm from the north mountain. The wind from the south. Lelaa..lela….Everybody sing a long to the ode of Mataram empire. The past bloody glory. It was our man that sing the “Lela Ledhung” Javanese song to cheer our children. To bear our fear with nice deadly defence. Smile is the only clue. Feel the Nite, yeah, do u feel it blue?
On and on, yup… it is the flavour of the air. The flavour of the dancing sunlight over u. What a nice scent of a land that having kissing the first rain. The smell of beautifull rice tree with dew. The smell of burned clays so true. Somebody has to say : Why we have to purchase therapy aroma while it is given freely here? Expect what u’re expecting. It’s alrite. C’mon, lets dancing with the air.
Bangku Mahoni 
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