Mang Koko (1917 – 1985) Pangarang Sunda in Memoriam BAGI siapa saja yang menyukai kawih Sunda, dapat dipastikan bakal mengenal atau sekurang-kurangnya mendengar nama: Mang Koko (alm). Seorang guru, santri, sastrawan, penulis, jurnalis, organisator, pencipta lagu, pembaharu karawitan Sunda, dan patut menjadi suri tauladan bagi praktisi seni di zaman sekarang. Mang Koko telah sukses mencipta [...]
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MANG KOKO
Posted: February 15, 2010 in budaya, Knowledge, music, profileTags: 1917, 1985, Badminton, bandung, Bulan Bandung Paineungan, Bulan Dagoan, Buruh Leutik, Cangkurileung, Di LAngit Bandung Bulan keur Mayung, Gamelan Mundinglaya, Ganda Mekar, gending karesmen, Haji Koko Koswara, Jaman Atum, jurnalis, Kanca Indihiang, karawitan, kawih, Kudu ka Saha, Maén Bal, maestro, mang koko, organisator, Pangarang, pencipta lagu, penulis, pupuh rancag, Purnama, Samoja, sastrawan, sekar tandak, sunda, Talatah, Taman Bincarung, Taman Cangkurileung, Taman Murangkalih, Taman Setiaputra, tembang, Wengi Énjing Tepang Deui
Who can say where the road goes where the day flows - only time And who can say if your love grows as your heart chose -only time Who can say why your heart sighs as your love flies -only time And who can say why your heart cries when your love lies -only time
May it be an evening star shines down upon you May it be when darkness falls your heart will be true You walk a lonely road Oh! how far you are from home Mornie utulie Believe and you will find your way mornie alantie A promise lives within you now
When there’s a shadow you reach for the sun.. When there is love then you look for the one.. ..and for the promises there is the sky ..and for the heavens are those who can fly If you really want to you can hear me say only if you want to will you find a [...]
Lovers in the long grass look above them, only they can see where the clouds are going, only to discover dust and sunlight ever make the sky so blue. Afternoon is hazy, river flowing, all around the sounds moving closer to them, telling them the story told by flora, dreams they never knew. Silver willows, [...]
One day, one night, one moment my dreams could be tomorrow One step, one fall, one falter, East or West, over earth or by ocean One way to be my journey this way could be my book of days










