Merauke

By Doddi Ahmad Fauji

FROM altitude, I can only see from a height, peak Jaya Wijaya It appeared that being thoughtful. Majestic at once arrogant. Want to grab yet unattainable, as well as your soul that holds in the interior, so simple but can not be touched. From the height of all, I see the lake Sentani foothills of the exotic with a snaking wisp of your hair, like a monster was dreaming. That's OK, as long as you do not mind the old in the deep

After all, I met someone wonderful. Johanes Gluba Gebze name. Inspiring a charismatic man. His face was like a statue carved unfinished, but his mind gushing fountain surfing. Her skin was gloomy fate of this nation, but his speech gave off enlightenment

He was sticky in the heart of society, with a charming smile greets children Merauke. And this is the children Merauke: black ants that establish nests up to 11 meters. These are the sons Merauke: kangaroos are hunted. These are the sons of Merauke: the forgotten frontier. These are the sons of Merauke: still lagging behind, but more appropriate, admit it, they are invited to be abandoned. Captured for later discarded

The man spoke in a quiet afternoon: Let us survived a moment, enjoying the dark sky without clouds. Nun in there, the souls that are still attached to the rhythms of the earth, pranced around the clumps of red fruit is a blessing. When life moves westward, off the Arafuru, it merakah the globe like a watermelon red, and jellyfish singing, circling a strange island

A foreign-awaited island alternately by the pigeons and bats. After dusk, watch pigeons. Throughout the day, bats-bats hanging in the shade flora. Gentlemen and gentlemen, distinguished officials, we are living in the east axis, from the vast realm of the archipelago, has become a faithful animal, keeping the 5200 kilometer monument that is the end of the trajectory of the republic. We do not demand retribution. We're just thrilled to read the soul of Mr. and Puan real


Jakarta, 2005

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