There is something like the owl within us. A Malay proverb describes an ugly bird that perches on a still branch at night, gazing up at the sky. It gazes at the moon. Our old people use/d this image to depict futile ambition, unrequited love. "Like the owl longing for the moon". And it seems that we hear a bird call, hoarse, strong, sad, like Billie Holiday’s voice of mournful love: I am a fool to want you ...

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