When I visited Japan 12 years ago, I wrote these poems in Indonesian language.
These poems have been translated by me with Google translator from Indonesian language to English.
KUMAMOTO TEMPLE OF PEACE
Applause twice. The hand touches the top of the temple. In your dreams.
FUKUOKA - KUMAMOTO
North wind. North wind. Shake the soul.
TAIPE-FUKUOKA
To the east. To the east. Where the sun rises. Bright the light.
BANDARA TAIPE
Waiting. Waiting. Trying to spell the world. The letters are unreadable. The word is stuck. What is the price of a world? What a price, human self.
SURABAYA-TAIPE
Through the night. Penetrate the darkness. Crossing the border. Which direction is facing? Only you!
KARATO YAMAGUCHI
I didn't find any flies here. Where fish are sold. The brain of a bundled fish. A little sweet smell. The market is starting to get quiet. In the afternoon. Seagulls screamed in the distance. Flying over the sea, the honshu-kyushu strait.
AKIYOSHI CAVE
Enter your hallways. Cold ambushed. From millions of years water carved rocks. I read the underground river. I read the air out of nowhere. I read the wall without handwriting. I read the stairs going downhill. Time, settles at the base. The hallway that keeps my footprints, in the land of haiku.
HONSHU-KYUSHU STRAIT
Cross the bridge to the north. Looking at the honshu-kyushu strait. The blue pacific ocean. North. South. North. South. Prosperity is evenly distributed. Taxes build roads. Tax on planting trees. Taxes lay the bridge. The country waved its flag and the law. The state enters into the savings accounts of taxpayers. The state does not take care of the religion of its citizens. The state claims its rights. Residents give their money. Citizens demand their rights. The state gives its obligations. From south to north. From kyushu to honshu. I miss my homeland.
MIYAZAKI-BEPPU
villages grow at the foot of the mountains. winding streets. the dry fields are out of harvest. colorful leaves in the forest floor. the smoky house is steaming. white white. in the distance.
KUMAMOTO-MIYAZAKI
Pinus. Pinus. Protected forests. All the way straight. Penetrate. Mountains. The frontier of dreams and reality. Hope and memories. Long tunnel. At the end I found a light.
KUMAMOTO MUSEUM
let's read the past. came on. people read other people's past. maybe himself. in the past, your life.
KUMAMOTO
I drink from the machines. they are smart to ask for money. I'm thirsty. I need a drink. tap water is drinkable. but I'm cold. I want to drink coffee. I asked the machine for a drink. The machine asked for my money. I give them money. I was given hot coffee. in a can.