After lunch in Elkhorn, -reception after the holy communion of Siegriet, daughter of Jan- I was walking down the riverside in area dont know the name. A Sunday afternoon filled with green grass, white wild flowers spreading, soft breeze wind. Its a peaceful artistic village, and many artist live there. Poems become an art touch in several wall corners. And I found pieces of words fallen in the walking path. Wish I (or will you?) can translate it well.

Gelisah, gundah, dan tanya
Bersaudara menyeruak mencari makna

Cinta, benci, dan prasangka
Sekawan beradu menoreh luka

Hasrat, asa, dan cita-cita
Meredam dendam, memupus angkara

Rasa bukan hidup, golak bukan juang
Luka dan makna adalah penggal cerita