Missing Indo . . .but my god, i miss my indo with their humid, their cafe, their lounge and most of all their sound......
Yes, my Indonesia have their own precious sound to me....
-love is where you are......
I used to walk between the shadows
lost in the world that move to fast
i was afraid that i always be alone
than i saw your face at night
i find my way
even in the dark
though when at times it seems to far
I knew you fine,
listen to my heart
i find the love is where you are
i close my eyes and see tomorrow
my dreams begin and end with you
i hear you say you'll be there,
always be there, i must believes is true.....
hiks...hiks....
i really miss my indonesia..
*feeling patriotic a bit**
Sadness
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"J'unis un coeur de neige à la blancheur des cygnes"
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And me, I still believe in paradise. But now at least I know its not some place you can look for, cause its not where you go. Its how you feel for a moment in your life when your apart of something, and if you find that moment... it lasts forever...
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Helen Aikman [link]
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