Titon Rahmawan Biography

'Don't give me anything
Even if it's your attention
Even if it's your love
Even if it's your tears
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My dear Glenda, may I sit here with you, between these cold and silent tables and chairs? I don't want to start a conversation about rain, but I'll tell you a dream;

Is a hatchling that sinks in the sand on a hidden beach. She was longing for a beautiful house, like the shadow of the sea that she once lived with her father and mother. But she forgot where. The house felt distant and unreachable from her memory.
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There is a cleft wound similar to a pot lip in everyone's heart. A defect that they try hard to hide from the world. But we shouldn't wear a mask just to cover a little wound. We don't have to digest everything with those suspicious eyes.

So, listen to what your mother has to say, my dear. Humans don't have to be perfect to be appreciated. Just as beauty can come from small and simple things. Including what appears on a shabby piece of batik cloth or a teacup with a broken end.
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What might you believe is a punishment, Kay? Shouldn't a step leave a trace that you want to deny in the future?

Memories are the sap that drips from the wound of a tree. As for the memories buried in the courtyard, were the bones that the thieving dogs dug up at night.
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Mengapa kami mesti mengarungi laut rembang ini hanya untuk pulang kepadamu? Merenangi selebu segara duri hanya untuk mengasah mimpi atau sejenak menggantang rindu.

Ke mana kompas menunjuk arah, menghampar layar dan melais perih demi menerjemahkan riwayat luka sang waktu?
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