A reflection of May 1998

Ghosts of the past wander restlessly in a land that is still wet with tears and blood Searching for dark souls who are responsible for their anguish They watch monsters hiding behind angelic faces with their cunning smiles They sigh with desperation and hopelessness

They try to make peace with their hearts But their hearts scream with agony, haunted by memories of the past

Time seems to walk slowly It does not heal the scars that are left behind

They wander in a land that is still wet with tears and blood Waiting for someone who will save them from cruel memories of the past

-- By Permata Hamid

Borobudur

Looking at the stupa I see the images of love and affection how much sweat soaked the bodies of the sculptors?

Here I also get lessons about life and eternity about longing and its beauty about stone and its usefulness

-- By Ngatini Rasdi

-- Translated by TIS