To the Readers of Poetry

I want to greet you with words that are not easily forgotten, the words are collected from the fingers of time to eternity

I leaned against the wall of wind. dreams that blister in the sun. life is difficult to understand, even love puzzles

if in your chest springs there, why face-to-eye by boiling anger? similar to Earth'srestless, wanting to throw up

please anchored imagination, in the harbor dreams, please docked at the pier waiting.weary sailors who hit a storm, please rest

Malang, May 23, 2011