When young, fresh and strong,The glamorous place is my palace
The crimson joy of the night is my food
The sensational perfume is my breath.
Too pity to give them up
Too early to abandon them
Too quick to disregard
Too late to repent
As time passes by,
The energy drained by germ
The body is eaten by worm
The soul dries as a desert
Even if lungs breathe life still,
Even if feet walk their way still,
Yet, like the corpse covered by
A white winding sheet,
I live my fate.
Yogyakarta;
December 1, 2007
The Worlds’ AIDS Day
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