by jean couteau
The first time you pass by it, you may not notice it. Yes, there was a painting on the wall, of no specially striking color, no particularly outstanding form. But it was there. You know it. Simply there, or so you think. But when you pass by the ... Read More
06
Sep2015
06
Sep2015
surat kepada emili sabadell
…Akhirnya kau tak jadi datang ke rumahku di bulan Mei yang masih membuat hujan di kaca jendela. Air jatuh dari tempat yang tinggi membuat garis-garis putus, seperti benang jahitan pada celana jeansku. Kadang berupa kain serat jagung hijau daun dari pantulan rerumputan yang basah.
Hanya bila Carme Sedo ... Read More