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The short song of Francisco Jose de Goya

Alicia, where is your flower traces,
I'm looking for!
This is a hand-shaking of Francisco de Goya looking for you,
a witness of my canvas is increasingly blurred,
with chest tightness, cough and chronic bronchitis,
I was tired of running from the palace of marble,
I am a living witness,
will not forget sparkly of my eyes,
of a wild flower tales of a dream song of the mother,
and witness just sit in a chair,
ran through the crowd,
standing on the banks of the river, dedicated to the shaky weather,
should heart be imprisoned by the words?

(2009)

poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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