PAINTING animate
By Rara Mu'asyroh

Nevertheless it has not tired eyes looking at me
singing in nature
having within seconds of his return air
glared deepened
reminiscent of the dark days



Red lips without diucap
sweat dripping without sweat
My hands did not touch even fingered
I see empty but there was distant figure lurking
nyatak clear drops to my taste
I sadly could not enjoy

Numb? yes I'm sure that's what really happened
I saw a shadow that never I realized
I heard my not impregnated
I asked though unconditional
once boisterous berbernada raucous
when that moment has arrived
I realized,
I like paintings that did not do anything