If the night gives birth to silence, then the silence will turn into a poem
A poem needs breath
Love is a poem’s breath
A poem needs pulse
Longing will keep the pulse ticking continuously
A poem needs life after death
A poet will revive it
Blowing the spirit of imagination in every word I write
Creating the title as its head
Verses as its body
Time and place as its legs
If a great poem was born from a broken heart, how many times do I have to be broken?
Whereas broken heart always occur after falling in love
Then, how do I manage it, if I’m a poet and lover at the same time?
Yogyakarta, September 14th, 2019-07.27 p.m.