I picked up the phone,
dialed and tried to listen.
A very soft voice answered.
It was the voice of an angle.
Yes, the angel of uncertainty.
A big rain of words came,
I respired a sudden peace.
My lungs formed a choir,
no word described my joy.
The voice was a blessing.
I felt the soft rhythm of it.
I picked every word it said.
My lips danced in harmony.
My words ran in a formula.
My language was colloquial.
A quarter was a like a minute.
Rupiahs flowed like a waterfall.
Laughter and jokes came in turn.
A disaster arrived in the middle:
a cable evil kidnapped the angel.
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