Unlikely Friend

I have not had such a pleasure to walk this street.
A street which had become my friend,
Quite, a dear and close friend.

I walked laughing,
I walked crying,
I walked scheming,
I walked dancing,
I walked happy,
I walked sad,
Heartbroken,
In love.

This street has seen me go
Walk home.

Never uttering a word,
Never speaking its mind,

Yet,

Today,
I saluted my old friend,

Met him again after such a long time,
Did not belive what I missed,

Peace and calm,
Washed over the body of mine.

Thinking of a time,
Yet to come.

And a smile creeps to my face,
My raise my head,
Feeling the breeze,
Today I say,
Today new days are coming.

Days which are filled with the unknown.

Days which are filled with the ink of my own imagination.

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Moon

The moon,
A moody moon,

Slowly hiding,
Rather fading

Clouds of dust,
Dirt and grime

Hit the rays
Of the night.

We sat and watched,
Waited and paced.

Hope

Endlessly for
The moon

To shine yet
Again.

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Summer, Catacombs and photos.

This should have been written a long time ago, buttttttttttttttttt I never got my hands on the photos that came that day.

So here I am writing with out those sources of inspiration that I had. Hoping that my memory can serve me about the day I had the chance to visit the Catacombs of St Paul for the first time.

Being a tour guide is not easy in Malta, there is simply to much to see. I mean literally every five minutes you will come across something of interest, now be it a 2000 year old ruin, a hastily put together DIY repair being carried out or some random activity happening.

So when I was asked where would be a great place to visit, I pointed towards Mdina, because why not?

Who did  I drag with me

hehehe

he did not enjoy it I promise.

Stikku.

Anyway, so we go to Imdina, meet up with our foreigners, who shall be known from hence forth, camera girl and shadow finder. Why such names, well I think camera girl is easy to explain, anything that can be photographed (I AM WAITING FOR THOSE PHOTOS) has been photographed. While shadow finder, no she is not a fantasy hero, she is simply someone who can find the smallest of shadows and use it to hide against any sun ray possible.

But I digress, so we arrive at Imdina, usual stuff, photos of the walls, on the walls, with the walls. Photos with the cannons, pretty boring stuff really. Yet somehow, I still feel that sense of awe that I get every time I set foot in that place. It is as if I am covered with a blanket of feelings that I cannot explain, the history that place has is immeasurable. The things that happened there, I do not think anyone can ever imagine what passed on inside those walls, rather on the top of that hill.

After that, we still had time to kill, so we start running around Rabat, trying to find a place to visit and see...

that is when we ended at the catacombs of St Paul.

... Imdina Summer 2015 (1/3)

Summer: Sangria, Dreams and Valletta

Recently I had the pleasure to share a very nice bottle of wine with someone like me. She is a dreamer, a flair for the unexpected and usual. Making every little thing, grow bigger, nicer, better.

All by making it bigger, better and nicer inside our head.

Thus from walking down the road of Valletta, talking and chatting about notebooks, writing and how we share our stories. (Well I do not really have a note book, BUT I do have this blog :D) We ended sitting down on a table with the number 18 on it. ( Side note, this is my favourite number) Listing to Jazz, smiling like idiots, and then we both closed our eyes.

All of a sudden, I was wearing a suit, a silver watch, a blue tie, while sipping my whisky. She was wearing a long black dress, with a green stash, it was sleeveless, but then she had long delicate gloves , bright green. Her hair was long and flowing, and she was cradling her wine glass with a spark of mischief in her eye.

Then we were back,

looking at each other and thinking,

What it would have been really like all the way back then?