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One

Dark empty stage. A soft spotlight shone from behind the front of the stage with dim light, just enough to create silhouettes and a surrounding floor. There was a pair of wooden furniture with a stack of paper that does not irregular. There is a pen on it. In addition to the paper there had a cup of cold coffee. A desk lamp illuminated the table and create shadows around. There were several balls of paper scattered all around. Someone is sitting back. The image of this light in the darkness to disguise his face. In the dim reflected clothes: an old shirt unbuttoned, long sleeves folded sesiku. His right hand placed on the table, pinching a cigarette that has been long out of the ashes dijentikkan. Smoke hung thin. Then he inched forward slowly. Who had disguised his face began to appear slowly shadows. Unfortunately, one hand used to support face so close your eyes and part of his face. His hands moved slowly wiped his face until he fell gently on his chin. He looked up with mengejam eyes with a sigh. Slowly he blew out a breath and go back down. His vision led to the pile of paper. Shifted from his left hand supporting her chin and forehead. He flicked his cigarette ash onto the floor side. Now, his face illuminated by a lamp table. His face was sad, shabby and greasy. Her hair barely combed. His eyes glazed. His brow furrowed slightly. Slowly, his right hand that pinched the cigarette pushed forward to reach an ashtray. Cigarette off with just a movement. Suddenly he reached for a cup of coffee with two hands and sipped with great longing, as if she were chatting with the old girlfriend who did not meet. His hands then moved slowly picked up a pencil and began to scratch slowly expose the paper before him. After that, the pencil was placed gently. Holding the paper with his right hand while his left hand holding her head back so that his left eye covered. Scrutinize his right eye seemed to read the paper. He sighed and looked down her face as she menghembusnya. A moment later, he slowly raised his face staring straight ahead. Gaze without focus. His brow furrowed. He began memuisi with a deep voice, full of disappointment:
If anyone asks
About the meaning of love
At present I no longer have the answer
Because how could measure
something that no longer seemed
how can estimate
which now forms the invisible
how to assess the price of the object again
which has no meaning
not ...
I was not the Holy
Just born and later died
Often miss the morning air
Crying in the liver
When the sick dog and then go
Even harbored miss
Create tlah lover long run
My years full image
You do not know how I feel bitter
Eldest child victims Melarung difference
Then what the meaning of life?
Gone were the memories
But let's sit down beside me
Or if you're shy
Let me toward you
We can kill time
And may be able to teach
How to swallow masalalu
Or make a chocolate cake -
If you want
I also was not a devotee said
Because he has no life
Without meaningful dance
Form of a pen
I do not even believe in love
Who was born a sudden
Without know what and who
Mouths spelling
So even if in love tlah say
In a fiery sentence
When night-night
That vacuum
Without us consciously accept
The laughter and tears with
Chronology of crazy virtual life
Who had come to greet
Then you ... I ...
Will cry and laugh together
And learn about love ...

After that he went back down. Dipeganginya paper he slowly squeezed with both hands in front of his face. Then he moved back again into the dark. Only his hands are still visible. Squeeze his hand opened slowly. Crumpled paper was in the palm of his left hand. He raised his little hand. Trembling fingers. Crumpled paper was then allowed to fall to the floor rolling ... Lights gradually dim.

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Two

The front of the stage gradually brighter. There were two people there. A woman was sitting on a side facing kadera. His face was downcast. Her hair was covering part of his face. His hands folded gracefully over his thighs. He mengenakkan red knee-length dress. In another part of the stage, not far from the woman, a man was standing still. Gaze straight ahead, but rather to the top, insert hand pockets. His face was clean, her eyes bright. He mengenakkan white shirt and black pants. For a moment he turned his eyes toward the back, towards her. His eyes then returned to the front, but this time towards the bottom. He sighed and smiled. He then turned and began walking slowly toward the woman and then stopped right in front of him. He knelt down and seemed to catch the eye mencopa her but she looked too deep. He touched her chin with his hand and lifted slightly, enough for each other's eyes. He was inching up slowly, his hand was still touching his chin. The woman is slowly looked up. Their views could not be separated for a while. Next she raised her right hand which was welcomed by the man. The woman slowly rose from his seat. Now they stood face to face, their eyes their inherent and silent for a moment with clasped hands as high as the stomach. The man pulled the woman's hand and kissed it gently. She smiled and leaned closer to him and then he put his head on his chest. Her face was facing forward. His eyes were open and shining peace. They began to move slowly, a gentle dance. At the back, from both sides of the stage into two men who then invited her partner to enter. The second pair then moved to dance with men and women had. A moment later the light faded.

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Three

Amid pangung a man standing still highlighted the sharp light. Gaze straight ahead. His lips were pressed together, his brow slightly furrowed. His face was anxious and upset. His right hand dangling limply, held a top, left hand was hanging on his right shoulder. He mengenakkan long black jacket dripping wet. Soaking wet, her hair was wet and dripping on her face. From both sides of the stage, the figures with the open umbrella and a black dress with a slow passing from right to left and vice versa. Several times they pass very close dihadapnnya, but as no one stood, they were not watching him. Several times did he try to look at his face earlier figures, but they passed with menundukan head. Several times he opened his mouth as if to say something, but his voice caught in tenggorakannya. A few moments later he was like a desperate and lowered his head. He mengenakkan hat. He started walking slowly toward the left side of the stage and out. The figures remain berselewiran umbrella. After a while, a woman entered from different sides. His clothes wet black dress too. His hair was matted wet. He turned to the right and left. Arms across her chest. He was looking for someone. He began to move toward the figures were randomly as if to ask something, but they are still running. He moved to AAA figures one other person with anxiety, with desperately. Finally he stopped in the spotlight and center stage with tersimpuh falling down her face. Lights fade slowly.

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Four

Stage light gradually. On the back of the stage four pairs figure with a black dress. They seemed to be in their own world. They did not move and without a sound, only the expression and gesture, describing the fights and anger. Then enter a figure with the dressing and black and white paint that divides the body vertically into the front of the stage. He played an argument between two people with the character switching. By the time he was in a character he will face on one side, and when he would move the character is facing on the other side. The quarrel was becoming more and more peaked and the peak becomes more and faster beremosi alternating character. Finally, he was hysterical, hair and running here and there and then slam-banging body and lay panting. Lights fade.

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Five

Lights on. From the sides of the stage in the figures dressed in black as they moved slowly look around with left and right eyes as if looking at something. They moved to left-right, zig-zag irregular. Who entered from the left side will then exit from the right side, so instead, so all the time. After a while, from the left into a white man in shabby. His shirt was half open, half included kedalan pants, half out. He looks well worn and bowed his head. His hands hung weak. He walked slowly on the sidelines earlier figures, regardless of the direction of passage. he seemed lost in the flow of motion shapes. He then hobbled to the right side and out. Then from the right side of a woman to change into. He looked worn, too. Irregularly frayed hair covering her face. In wearing the dress was wrinkled and dirty. The road was slow and not powerful, was also lost in the middle of moving shapes. Finally he went out to the left side of the stage. After a while, they came together from the sides different. They moved slowly with the emotion and the same gesture at the time of first entry. Right in the middle stage, they ran into, but not for each other and continue moving toward the far side and back out. Then they re-entered with the same style, this time in the middle of the stage they were met and stopped at the same time. There is a distance of about three feet between them. Their heads were bowed. As if being watched from the foot toward the end of the head in front of people, slowly raised their heads. They were face to face, looked at each other. Both eyes Sorok cold, without emotion. His expression was cold. Forehead then they started to twitch. They face began to show some disappointment for some anger. They stared at each other's eyes for a moment. Finally they come back down slowly, and began moving haltingly toward the opposite side of the stage and out.

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Six

The lights slowly came on. Amid the stage a man sitting alone on a wooden chair overturned, the front facing the back. His face was worn, tired and disappointed, his shirt buttons open. Occasionally he looked up and wiped his face with both hands. Sometimes his eyes glaring, sometimes closed. Often heaving a sigh of breath. The back stage in a man and a woman who was later becengkrama, their hands clasped together. They smiled at each other and looked at each other with love. From far they have looked at each other with tenderness. They met right in the middle. The palms of their hands taped, their eyes fixed one-another. They then hugged each other tenderly and dance began to move gently. Suddenly the two are away, taking a step backward. Both looked at each other with a look of surprise, then disappointment. Both bowed their heads and began to walk out into a different side. The man in the chair was lowered in. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he looked up to the front. Sharp gaze, his brow furrowed, her lips together. Then his left hand moving slowly, but rigid, leading to the waist behind. From there, his hands pulled out a body, a gun. He stared at the gun closely, his face tense, his eyes wide, his brow furrowed, his lips trembling, his hands trembling. The gun was placed on the palms. A few moments, he hesitates, his eyes glanced from side to side. Then, the instantaneous movement of his right hand holding the gun and immediately put them on his right forehead. Gaze straight ahead, his eyes sharp, her lips tight, his entire body like a seizure, breathing hard. Suddenly, she cried hysterically with the strongest voice. The lights suddenly went out.

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Seven

Lights on. In the middle stage of a woman in black dress standing with downcast face, her hair loose over her face. His hands covered his face. When he raised his face, left hand hanging down. His face was sad, her eyes brimming with tears, her cheeks wet with tears. Beside her was a table with a vase containing flowers wither. The woman began to move forward, toward the front of the stage, with a view to the fore as she sobbed quietly. The longer she wept harder and be intensified. His body was weak, his legs unsteady footing. Burst into tears, her body shaking, his breath ragged. He fell to his knees, kissed the floor face down his face. Once again on the back of the stage into a man and a woman. From far they have looked at each other with tenderness. They met right in the middle. The palms of their hands taped, their eyes fixed one-another. They then hugged each other tenderly and dance began to move gently. Suddenly the two are away, taking a step backward. Both looked at each other with a look of surprise, then disappointment. Both bowed their heads and began to walk out into a different side. The woman who was crying had suddenly raised his head with a sigh that echoed in his throat. Gaze straight ahead with blank stares. He began walking slowly toward the table. Rigid body motion. Behind the desk he stopped and looked back blankly ahead. His right hand to grab something from the table, a dagger gleaming. He raised the dagger and looked for a moment. Her face had changed, even more cool. He directs the eye back to the fore. For a moment he smiled, a beautiful smile, a smile full of peace. His eyes softened. Suddenly he held the dagger with both hands and pointed to his chest. His eyes were closed. He cried aloud. The lights suddenly went out.

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Eight

Stage lights gradually came on. Amid the stage stuck two small cross of white wood, mark the grave. Both are facing forward and placed parallel bersandingan, close. From the sides of the stage in the figures one by one, dressed in black moved closer to the grave. They surround the grave with bowed head. Their hands folded in front. They stood silently. Then, from the front, from behind the audience, into a man and woman walking together side by side. Holding their hands, they looked at each other with loving eyes. Their clothes were beautiful and white. They walked hand in hand toward the stage. They then got together on stage. In front of the stage they stood facing each other, loving each other, hands clasped together. They then hugged each other tightly, as if she never met a long time. They looked at each other again. The man stared at her in front of him and smiled and nodded his head, as if asked for approval, and returned by a similar nod from the woman. From his pocket he pulled out a crumpled paper. He then describes the paper so that a piece of paper and start metapnya. He was then handed the paper to the woman in front of her and she looked at the paper, too. Both then smiled. The paper was then coagulated again by the man he laid it gently on the floor. Both were holding hands again. They both then walked toward the right side to exit the stage. Black figures who had been frozen to start moving too. They began moving toward the side of a different side of the stage and then exit. The stage was empty. A moment later, from the left side of the stage, into a man with a slow step. He walked toward the tomb. In addition to the grave he stopped and stood up. He stared at the grave deeply. He took a deep breath and bowed. Suddenly he looked toward the clump of paper. Slowly he began to walk toward the paper and picked it up. For a moment he studied the mass before elaborate. After kertasi it has opened, she stared for a moment and then he turned his eyes to the front, the view was sharp and looked as if to each eye in front of him. His face was tense, her lips, her eyes narrowed. For a moment longer he stared at the paper in his hand. Then he looked back at a sharp front. Her lips trembled and poetry:

Do airmatamu later cucurkan
When my body no longer warm to candatawa
When ripe smile no longer resonate in the cavity of the heart
When pet is no longer greeted nafasku quiet day
Do airmatamu later cucurkan
Kala citaku tlah time and wind blown
Kala fruit dull glow pen stay in the memory
When the story of my life just buzzing at night
When love buried frozen in grief rigid body
Because no longer kudongengkan
The story of love and life to your ears
Could no longer I looked admiringly
Perfect beautiful work yourself
Could not be more amazed kurengkuh
Soft body harummu
No longer able to proclaim
The roar of love for you based on liver
I cry now!
We touched my heart blue for lasting love from me
Hope vanished when the sun devoid of anganku
When the fingers stiff silent strangle the breath of my soul
When black eye delusional
Cry with me!
Dressing wounds bruises my soul with your tears
Lompong empty flooded with keringku heart airmatamu
Satisfy thirst with a sense of my body isakmu
Arid garden Suburkan love with ratapmu
Holy tears
Is evidence of a wise and sincere
Not regret and dismay Day later
If the fall when sports were still menggerimis allied breath
Not when the lives tlah stretched out
After reading his eyes softened, his face turned sad, his eyes staring straight ahead. He then bowed his head. Paper was re-squeezed. Slowly he put the crumpled paper into his pants pocket and began to walk slowly to the left side of the stage and out. Lights fade.

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