Kereta datang. Melompat malas. Mencari kursi dalam gerbong yang nyaris kosong. Senja mulai tua, mendung menambah tua cuaca. Gerimis turun di luar. Dari jendela muram itu bayang-bayang berkelebat. Kota-kota mulai bersolek dengan lampu. Hujan menderas...

I had a feeling about Shakespeare’s soliloquies, that there should be a real exchange between the actor and the audience.

My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.Her hands asleep beside her.Her hair draped on the lawnlike a mantle of cloth.I give her my lifefor our love is wholeI sing her beauty in my soul.