Comments about Gin Rahadian
I'm the calf, transformed shoots fire
When Shiva busy fingers squeezing clay
Forming another ox for my soul
The sun was almost sinking the entire light purplish
At the base of the sea. And in the panhandle tongue waves, stored
anxiety bare legs on a bed of yellow coast.
So do you, I know that the arrogant pedalungan
Must be lit with torches and blue my body
Then from the muzzle of the peninsula. The sky changed in appearance
Similar to that described women's hair into a niche ocean
Someone cried, as if to break the cold face
Cluster stars and breath ...