MANGGARAI

 This is the portrait of your face, railroads were breech and sluices are oversized. Floods and flash floods passengers, came surging, so the mascara on your eyelids. Salon passion plus-plus applying your red lips. You're actually beautiful and interesting, but your body always falls into the lap of thieves.
In the terminal you rotate, the station you're crushed. Cheer your old self, erased by nan chaotic traffic jams, and a lonely furrows in the forehead and cheeks were sunken increasingly

The days of your brawl marred the Grass Market against Rawajelawe Menteng residents. In Manggarai, students shook hands with stone and wood, hone racing accomplishments with a dagger. The book describes their report cards, will continue berlahiran generation who like criss-cross, elbow-elbow, razor-shave, and are reluctant to share

You proceeded to stalk moderniasi, but temper your left purists. One night, the town created an uproar, when a wagon rolled without a driver. They say, the devil has sent to menyatroni ghost town

Indeed, the city has dididuki ghosts that haunt at the State Palace, and in Senayan. The ghosts had been in the shower. Also not ghosts had penetrated into the whole soul?

Look, you're not unlike the distributed demagogic speeches from the podium Palace. You sound like a rambling sentences that came from Senayan. You're like a ripe fruit that bloom in the plains of Queen Farah. Millions of viewers could only shake his head. You're too far away to embraced. The distance between us, unbridgeable