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In every dusk that is present, has entrusted the prayer of every human being that is the prayer of the workers, subsisting the living under the earth, whether or not laborers, not laborers, releasing his armor and then rushing home to meet his family. Dusk keeps footsteps of the scavengers and peasants returning to their homes, keeping the little boy's skin in the dark city street lights exposed to the sun and keeping those who leave home in the morning with a belief that he must return home with a good fortune in his hands. Dusk is present in front of those who look at orange then cahayannya transformed into a row of letters or verses of poetry for her lover. Twilight smile at those who tetiba feel congested when lost something in his life, something that may never have owned or has been over the past and we never realized had it.

Often dusk also laugh to see those who with ponggahnya walk on this earth. Those with little hands feel to have conquered the world. Dusk laughs at those who live the day by looking up and seeing life is a competition and then forget that there is nothing worthy of us to be proud of or prove to other humans on earth. Dusk puts people together equally fragile. Twilight is often sad when the rays do not reach the small children sitting near the small houses in the river basins because they are blocked by towering skyscrapers as if those who live on them feel entitled to see the world seem so small , of course they are forgotten. The heavy twilight stepped when those who broke other people's plates were still in power and felt most righteous.