Two hundred Earth years from today, if you’re fortunate, and I believe that you are, you’d be somewhere basking in the Sun in minus twenty or more, unfrozen, most likely in nothing more than a bikini, or a spray-on air-based wipe-offs second skin.
Writing, is not a dead passion neither is screenwriting, nor music composition. Blogging still has a place in the floating point.
The heart is the centre of all that parses through. From an instance, to a Vega and beyond. Until one recognises it as one’s trove, one seeks from without that which is already within.
Kita harus berpikir dengan lebih mendalam daripada apa yang masyarakat proyek — apa yang tersembunyi di balik pesanan yang diproyeksikan.
Every word is an indication to a dance with the Queen. Death cares not if one is a Princely Pauper, or an Impoverished Prince.
Inter Terram et Caelum … There is a world, seemingly alien yet within the perimetry of the extragalactic nebula, a land which is not of Earth yet is accessible through the south celestial pole or through portals predominantly large in Portuguese-speaking nations. South East Asia is still the central region and crossroads for access to such worlds, for thereon were the first landmass to have been formed in the old world.
« In every crowd are certain persons who seem just like the rest, yet they bear amazing messages. » — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Night Flight
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