Il-linja bejn il-fantażija u realtà

Twissija

2012-02-07T10:24:00.000+01:00

Nixtiequ navżaw li l-monstru reġa' qam.
Bħalissa qed jitmattar u jiġi f'sensieh
wara raqda twila u profonda.
Jekk iżżomm ħalqek magħluq forsi jisma'
il-lullaby, u jerġa' jorqod
mingħajr ma jikkawża
l-ebda dannu.
B'din it-twissija, nfakrukom,
li m'għandna l-ebda kontroll
fuq dan il-monstru
u għaldaqstant inwissukom
li żżommu lill-uliedkom ġewwa
preferibilment imkaħlin mat-television
biex moħħhom jiżvillupa skond ir-rieda
tal-poplu u l-pajjiz.

Iġri, iġri!

2012-01-18T19:33:00.001+01:00

ġejja l-elezzjoni, iġri, iġri,
hemm bżonn li nwetqu
dak li wegħedna
ħames snin ilu
isa sur ministru, iġri, iġri,
tantx taqra bejn il-linji
l-aqwa li t-titlu x'ħin jinqara'
jinstemgħu t-trumbetti
jdoqqu mis-smewwiet
isa sur prim, iġri, iġri,
il-kabinet erġa ħarbtu ftit
imma qis li tħallih kif kien
tant ħadd mhu se jinduna
dan poplu rieqed! mhux hekk
ara kif sraqnih, u se jerġgħa jivvutalna
isa sur president, iġri, iġri,
għidilna ftit fuq l-għaqda
bejn il-gvern u l-oppożizjoni
malta blata waħda
min jaħseb mod ieħor
jgħix f' illużjoni
isa ġaħan, iġri, iġri,
qed isir il-ħin
ara li tiġbor dak id-dokument
ħa tivvotta għall-partit
u għal pjaċir żgħir li jingħatalek
mingħalik li b'xejn
vi jew va
se tħalsu bil-liberta ta' ħsibijietek
f'dal-ħames snin - iġri, ġej

Tonight, today

2009-11-11T19:20:00.002+01:00

You are the darkness of the night
brought by carelessness
created to break my eyes from the light
turning your back to me
switching on that artificial light
remaining uncertain
maybe tonight we will fight
You are the lightness of the day
brought by lovingness
created to provide hope in a ray
turning towards me
switching on to a busy day
remaining unfocused
maybe today we will find time

Bla Kliem

2008-05-13T17:26:00.007+02:00

Emmen li qasam il-baħar biex isib il-paċi
Emmen li telaq ħajtu warajh
biex jinsa d-demm li nxtered
quddiem għajnejh

Ħares 'il fuq itir ma' l-għasafar
Ħareġ il-mijiet tad-dollari biex
l-allat tal-baħar juruh ċkunitu
Sabuhom, qabduhom,
tefgħuhom ġo gaġġa
Saħansitra qalulhom imorru lura
It-tama baqgħet tpespes
ġewwa widintu tgħidlu
ibqa' sejjer u ssib il-paċi
ħa nifs 'il ġewwa, għalaq għajnejh
u ħalla x-xemx tagħtih
is-saħħa għal jum ieħor
jum ġdid

[pittura ta' Gordon Pace Flores]

lost a poem

2008-05-08T15:37:00.001+02:00

lost a poem lost a thought
in it there was a feeling of god
i don't know what will happen now
whatever it must be a little odd

i've turned pages over
looking for crabs and seas
looking for birds skies and beauty
looking for the sting of bees

i heard a song yesterday
it reminded me of you
i shouted out hey there
listen to this it's good

you drew me a picture
for the poem that i lost
for a picture says a thousand words
and in it my thoughts it must host

you told me of the stars
that swivel around
you told me of an endless sky
somewhere there we did collide
in colours fantastically bright
shining through our life
here on this land
ever increasing plight

space

2007-12-09T15:57:00.000+01:00

where do the children play
with the ever increasing cars
the ever diminishing space
the development of towers
apartments of box rooms
space is unheard of
nowadays
life becoming compact
virtual
flat
the only space we seem to care about
is for ones and zeros
no space to let
politicians wanna be heroes
for the added economy
and their air of vanity
for their thought of knowing
what you need
they understand it all
except for that need of space

ċaflisa ħsibijiet

2007-09-06T21:50:00.001+02:00

Linja ta' kliem
  sabuk
fis-sliem
  u ħarbtuk
fi ħsibijiet
ta' x'jista' jkun
dak l-inkwiet
qalb l-irdum
jtektek
  jkellmek
    jfarrkek
      jsaħħek
boom!
tfajt il-ħsibijiet għar-riħ
ħallejt l-inkwiet ġo kaxxa
u rajt li stajt tgħati ċans
li nħabbatlek mal-bieb
u tlaqqani ma' l-isbuħija
li hija int

[pittura ta' Gordon Pace Flores]

flow

2007-08-03T22:00:00.000+02:00

flowing expiring evaporating
into thin air
out of a thick cloud
to sense your lips
your cheek against mine
warmth in our hearts
enveloping bodies
movement along a tide
opening to the world

tonight

2007-07-21T22:17:00.000+02:00

what's gonna happen to you tonight
all alone for once
are you going to run for your mother
are you going to fall in the abyss of loneliness
are you going to put an other brick in that wall of yours
or do you hope for your thoughts to wash off
along with water and soap
you leave me wondering
where are we now
where have the last months been
not even in our memories
lost irrelevant unwanted
are you tearing out your hair now
in the pretext of giving it a curl
are you fearing the silent place
and the mess they left behind
just for a day you say
but what will happen to you
when it will no longer be just for a day
the day you dread

gypsy

2007-05-18T22:51:00.000+02:00

a gypsy
with a digital camera in her hands
which previously stole cents
now she steals smiles
from not so innocent men
she does so easily
without flatter or guilt
her sunburnt fair skin
leaving heads turned
already delving in sin
she moves like a shadow
from past to future
she can tell the lies
that you hide behind
while loves dies
she will say
to the gods you should pray
for in the lines of your palms
there is hope love life

dak li jtir

2007-05-03T16:06:00.000+02:00

xtaqt niskopri d-dinja
u minflok sibt lilek
b'ghajnejk suwed
u l-pala t'idejk
samra midfuna
fil-but
tistenna
ż-żmien
itir
min fuq rasek
bħal żewġ għasafar
li bħallhom malta
qatt ma naraw

venus & the crescent moon

2007-03-25T13:33:00.001+02:00

as venus seeks out the crescent moon
we too seek out each other
in what we were
what we are
what we will be
all questionable
with faulty placings of our feet
there will be no easy way out
as we continue to step along the dance
and in this unexpected dot
we can find our ability to evolve
as partners friends lovers more
encoded mysteries will soon be known
as our history
in unknown events and happenings
passing by unnoticed in daily routines
of a pounding life
yearning of clarity courage confidence
to battle the fear of unexpectedness
and to move a step closer
the whisper of love in your ear

midnight spell

2007-01-17T11:42:00.001+01:00

I am kept awake
in a pool of anger
by a midnight spell
a fractured dagger
at the interior of my lungs
exhaling air
with three wooden thoughts
hovering heavily above
ready to fall
pound my skull
some words you choose to ignore
and some can easily be better formed
you can destruct my pride
and like a child I’ll hide
you can win your pride
in complex terms you can divide
the imaginary from the real
the beginning from the end
the fear from the truth
the love from the hate
only then the spell will break

barren

2007-01-15T15:58:00.001+01:00

your lover doesn't have a broken limb
she's got a broken heart
it's impossible to fix
she will not find compassion for you
for there is none to be found
in the kitchen cupboards
they're barren
like everything you own
everything you are

An Afghan Veil

2007-01-09T13:59:00.000+01:00

It was sorrow
That crippled her
And brought her to limp
As she dragged herself though life
And sometimes beyond
She drifted across
Lands and towns
Of different voices
She had no say
None were her choices
Isolated from reality
She sparked off apathy
To the budding flowers of May

Poem of the year!

2006-12-01T15:00:00.000+01:00

I wrote this with the help of a little tool
it's so much fun I want to share it with you all
so go to Crazy Libs
and see if you can produce a poem that makes more sense than this

A Little Poem

I wrote a little poem. I hope you hug it.

Waffles, nervous, laughing on the edges of desperation.
Embarrassing pain curdling in the hunger of the plateau.
Plains of befuddled wit, lakes of jealous delight.
I'd flirt with doom, but I've lost all desperation.
Wet, angry, I waddle and kiss my hospitality,
But a fortnight of shyness rubs all.

I hiss. I snort. I concede.
The bumpy dishtowels of dexterity wallop my dreams.
All is mushy.

blink

2006-11-30T17:29:00.000+01:00

as the sun sets
my eyes begin to flicker
the room has grown dark
my mind is thicker
light emanates
from this blessed old monitor
feel it as though one day
it will swallow me whole
immersed in what's on this screen
hunger disappears
time becomes indifferent
between a second and a day
"a blink of god's eyelid"
i read
that's the duration of life
a blink
stuck in front of this blessed screen
i look out at the afternoon sunlight
a blink
i look out at the darkness and the many
little windows lit up...
uff...soon they'll all be flashing
with xmas stuff
what a silly silly world
might be gone in the next blink
and now hunger returns

fear spelled

2006-11-29T10:24:00.000+01:00

fear spelled
for a moment i think
that many i don't
for a moment alone
that many i'm not
do i abandon you
if i go to a corner
all on my own
do i abandon me
if i stay with us
all on our own
maybe there is
some precious balance
in infinite varying degrees
of satisfiability
for these damn craving needs

faultiness

2006-11-07T15:24:00.000+01:00

what is on your left
is on my right
but the correctness
of lines and wires
thoughts and fallacies
rejected in time
of becoming explosions
for the next divine moment
is now and then
we are left with nothing
but emptiness
is it the blackness that increases
or is it the nothingness that lacks everything
this is not about you or him or her
this is about faultiness
cracked out from my mind

f' ġurnata

2006-10-27T13:35:00.000+02:00

ħarist barra mit-tieqa
is-sema blu bla sħab
ġmiel ta' ġurnata
dnewwa fil-qalb
ħarist barra mit-tieqa
kien hemm farfett
jittanta jitfarfar
jitgħaxxaq maż-żiffa
ħarist barra mit-tieqa
kien jidher kwiet
ħlief sħaba tinbex 'il oħra
żdied l-inkwiet
ħarist barra mit-tieqa
bdiet niżla x-xemx
u magħha l-kuluri tal-ġurnata
ħlief dmugħ ma kien hemmx
ħarist barra mit-tieqa
dlam ċappa għajr dwal il-bini
u serħan fil-kliem sibna
kollox spiċċa b' tgħannieqa

moment

2006-10-26T16:20:00.000+02:00

for a moment i stop
one beat of the heart
one pulse through the wrist
one blink of the eyes
one tick with a fingernail
one breath expanding lungs
for a moment i love you
for a moment i hesitate
for a moment i wonder
for a moment i am confident
for a moment i run
for a moment i hang on
for a moment i am a moment
for a moment i am

the sure thing

2006-10-10T17:32:00.000+02:00

how could i tell you
that you stepped on a scorpion
maybe it bit you
poison in your blood
flowing spoke evil through
your mouth
what possessed you
you haven't found
only i saw it i knew
i kept myself at a distance
i kept myself protected
i kept myself outside the picture
yet you still found ways
to point in all directions
including mine
your pointing meant nothing
for not even in a game
can you deceive
your self
the unsureness was there
long before you rang the bell
the unsureness remained
long after i shut the door
with you on the other side
the unsureness you will find
is still there next time round
the unsureness is the only
sure thing we have

me

2006-09-29T16:50:00.000+02:00

maybe i'm just a kid running
maybe i'm just an adult trying
maybe i'm just human failing
maybe i'm just me being

if this feels unfinished, it is only because ME is unfinished.

a person's curse

2006-09-27T18:38:00.000+02:00

To love or not to love…This is not a question, nor is it an option.

The journey through life without love is not a transition of life. There is no life without love, no appreciation of the human being without hurt. Energy needs to be translated into something. Energy is focused into love. Love of the dearest ones, those closest to us, those we believe make up our world. When the energy expires, what are we left with?
Emptiness, regret for having loved. Torn in to confusion thoughts about what the next move should be. Questioning? Reckoning that if only we knew what really is going on how would we then react? Our personalities are made of the experiences that we go through. Some experiences are self inflicted. Others are brought to us without our realization. Moments can pass by unnoticed. Unquestioned. But when confronted, we demand a reply. And would that reply really make a difference? Would a horoscope reading make it feel any better, brighter look for tomorrow?

The hurt is essential. It is a guarantee of living. An yet how often do we want to be faced with this guarantee. How often do we need to feel alive, to question what goes on around us? And where do all the frills in our lives end, and the truth begins?

am i, are you

2006-09-27T17:30:00.000+02:00

you flew away
i don't quite know when
if there was one moment
or a string of occurrences
placed me in a corner
furthest one from you
and now i have grown
you don't know
now you have grown
and i don't know
from the closest kids
to the furthest adults
have we become that
which we rebelled against
we have turn to something
so strange unknown hurtful
after that we've shared
i hope you are happy,
tell me, are you happy
do you just stay there
because everything else scares you
do you just stay there
because it is easy
do you just stay there
without questioning other possibilities
am i the reason of detachment
am i the crucifix of relations
am i the willingness to part
am i the strength of aloneness
am i the depressiveness of selfness
am i, are you?

still alive!

2006-09-22T14:20:00.000+02:00

yeay that's right...i'm still alive after bulgaria. no major incidents to report, and luckily I managed to get along fine...one funny thing was that during a taxi ride the driver asked me "english??" and I replied yes! ... then he said "what town?" and I thought oh shit! he caught me in a lie. so I had to explain that yes i speak english but I am maltese from Malta...and I had to do this in Serb since its the closest thing I know to Bulgarian. It was quite funny of course coz I only know a hundred or so words in Serb...half of which are quite rude...hehe...well, apparently this taxi driver knew of Malta because some people he knows are working here in the ship yard or at least that's what I understood.

Oh yeah, I also went on a shopping spree...restaurants are cheap compared to here so I ate lots of bulgarian food...including the typical Shopska Salad (consisting of cucumbers tomatoes and some mozzarella cheese). Something strange that I found was that when you order a starter and a main course it does not necessarily follow that they will get to the table in that order! Also, when you order the main course, you have to order any chips potatoes or salad separately.

Well, on the whole the trip was great, got to meet project partners face to face, and I now understand my work abit better and where it fits in the bigger picture. That's all for now...poetry writing should be back soon when I get my "working" mind sorted out ;)

rock on! (coz I feel like saying it) x

Bulgaria...here i come

2006-09-06T16:21:00.000+02:00

Tomorrow I'm off to Bulgaria (work related stuff)

One thing I just realized I'm not going to miss is the view of the St.Luke's smoky chimney...everything else I might just about miss...

and although I don't think that in the days to come I'll be writing poetry about Bulgaria or the lack of Malta, expect some funny posts...yes yes Bulgaria will surely provide me with some funny incidents - not sure if I should be looking forward to this or not - ha naraw x'gej!

ta ta

time

2006-09-04T09:42:00.000+02:00

time is irrelevant he said
there is only now
and then there is tomorrow
for eternity
time is torn
i saw her anger
5 minutes too late
time is lost he said
as his wrinkles continued to fold
whilst waiting with no purpose
time has expired on deeds done
time has melted in places
where temperaments soared high
time disappeared during a deep sleep
time reappeared
by our choice to define this moment
not by our actions
not by our feelings
not by who and what we are
but by a bunch of numbers
placed in some meaningful sequence
to define this moment
this moment in time
should i just erase all the above
given the importance we give to time
and instead just write
04.09.2006 08.06

the wonders of you

2006-09-01T17:40:00.000+02:00

even in the blue light
reflecting off your mobile
reflecting on your face
while you shift into an other world
with other people
even in the puffiness effect
of your wheat non-resistant body
rejecting the enjoyment of food
even in your stories
of a thousand people
and a thousand loves
even in your life's hurts and pains
in your words unspoken
spoken only through your eyes
in your embrace
in your clasped hands
in your messy curls unfairly straighten
i find mystery
i find love
i find life
i find beauty unseen
i find comfort
could lose myself exploring the wonders of you

peach...

2006-08-31T17:37:00.000+02:00

he said i'm like a peach
sensitive, easily bruised
i said i'm like a peach
easily squashed into non existence
she said i'm a peach
she'd like to pick up
carry in her pocket
i said i'd like to be that peach
but 'd rather be around her neck
closer to her heart
at fifty thousand kilometers
i left
i moved
i rolled
from a peach
maybe to an apple

shifting polarities of life

2006-08-30T12:01:00.000+02:00

i will be my anger
i will be my pride
i will not allow suffocation
i will ignore
maybe i will not have the balls
to tell you to fuck off
no i don't have balls as a matter of fact
i'll turn my fist into a ball of anger
i'll look at my anger
i'll breathe
i'll restore calm within
appreciate my space
appreciate my resolve
appreciate my being
appreciate my real self
for i am crying within
for you fail to see
the hurt you cause
with your careless comments
with your childish frenzies
with your senseless jokes
with your unequivocal attitude
towards life
towards people
towards love
towards me
to a person who doesn't believe
the polarities of life
twisting
resistance shifting sides
but resistance is ever present
questioning me...and my balls

breathe

2006-08-28T17:43:00.000+02:00

breathe in breathe out
panic
relax
attack
release
past performance is no guarantee
of future performance
breathe
cycles
seek to break them
destroy them
avoid them
awareness
it's difficult
breath
find a hole in the plan
pick a patch
patch the hole
fix the plan
let it role
release
let it unfold
don't let despair
get the best of me

Tilgħabx bl-ikel!.....xplaħ!!!!

2006-08-18T12:28:00.000+02:00

Ftit ilu kont qed niekol take-away li ġibt mit-turkish....u ġrat biċċa stramba...

Filli qed niekol bil-kwiet, f'daqqa waħda biċċa pitta bread li kelli f'ideja infetħet, u attakkat tadama li kienet hemm fil-container tat-take away (għax ovvja mhux se noqod inħammeġ platt jekk nista). It-tadama bdiet twerżaq u toffendi l-pitta bread. Jiena meta sibt ruħi nara dil-glieda...qabżitli, u blajt il-pitta bread li kien qed jzomm it-tadama bħala hostage.

Ftakart kemm illi ma nilgħab bl-ikel, u kemm il-fatt ta' "Qed niekol" sar boring u bla buzz...kont sorpriza li qbatt nilgħab bl-ikel hekk b'mod l-aktar spontanju...tgħid naqlaha jekk nilgħab bl-ikel waqt xi ikla formali?? jew ma tal-familja?? hmmm naħseb ommi tibgħatni nsaqqi l-ħass...u jekk ma jkollix ħass fil-platt tiegħi, jkolli nsaqqi l-ħass fil-platt tagħha...tee hee hee

Let's call it Geronimo

2006-08-18T12:24:00.000+02:00

From the film - Conspiracy Theory ::--

[Jerry's latest passenger sighs contendedly as they pull away from the curb.]
Jerry Fletcher: The sound of love.
Passenger: Excuse me?
Jerry: That, what you just did. [imitates sigh] That's love.
Passenger: Love's just a pretty way of saying, "I want to sleep with you."
Jerry: Admit it. I saw you kiss her. This is the street where love lives.
Passenger: Love is bullshit.
Jerry: Love give you wings. It makes you fly. I don't even call it love. I call it "Geronimo".
Passenger: Geronimo?
Jerry: Yeah, Geronimo. See, when you're in love, you'll jump off the Empire State and you won't care. Screaming, "Geronimo" all the way down. It's great.
Passenger: Yeah, but then you'll die. You'll squash yourself. So what's the point?
Jerry: Hey, aren't you listening? I'm telling you, man — love gives you wings!
Passenger: [laughs] She must be some girl.

ħassejt

2006-08-17T17:40:00.000+02:00

ħassejt il-piż tad-dinja
fuq spalti
hemm tgħajjini
ħassejt ir-risponsabilta
tfarrakni
ħajtek taffetwani
ħajtek issabbatni
ħajtek tfixkilni
l-għażliet li tagħmel
ma nifhimhomx

U fil-ħbiberija infexxejt
għidtilhom li xbajt
urejthom is-saħħa
li ma fadallix
u li ma fadallekx
semmajthom l-għajta
li ili biex inwerżaq
u jekk fhemunix jew le
ma ninkwetax
għax żammewni
milli naqa mal-art

U f'mument nifhem
il-bżonn ta' spazju u żmien
għax anki għal minuta biss nixtieq
kamra
għall-ħsibijiet
bla ħoss
bla dawl
bla nies
ftit arja
kemm kemm ma jinxifx in-nifs
karta u lapes
biex dak li għandi
nagħtih kliem
u dak li m'għandix
nagħtih xejra ġdida
u forsi f'qalbi insib is-sliem

of calm and resolve

2006-08-15T10:21:00.000+02:00

i found my calm in the sun
shining sixteen degrees high
above the sea
foaming waves playing and teasing
appealing and inviting
like kids throwing stones
at anything that we could hit
speaking of senseless matters
as though the world depended
upon our arguing conclusions
i found my resolve
sitting next to you
reassured
in your fears
of falling into the depths unknown
that i am not alone

Can I face you tonight?

2006-08-14T16:45:00.000+02:00

Can I face you tonight
and listen to your voice
sound a melody so sweet
yet the words that will be spoken
dampened with tears my heart
will you tell me of your new quest
will her name be at the center
of all that will be said
Can I take it all in tonight
questioning if she will be the one
with whom you'll give it a run
and if ever my number will turn up
I don't understand your beauty
and maybe that's why I feel
so fascinated by it
I don't understand your charm
makes me feel relaxed yet on the verge
of madness, do you? don't you? like me
sometimes I just let go off you
for you are a free spirit
and your beauty becomes clear
right there for me to cherish
I will face you tonight
I will tell you where I stand
I will accept the others
I will tremble as I do this
I will be naked and truthful
I will find the calm
I will not expect anything
I will be a true friend regardless
I will show my feelings, not hide
I will, I hope, find the strength inside

stop...control

2006-08-10T15:05:00.000+02:00

i look into your eyes
no no your eyes are looking into mine
they want to say a thousand words
but your mind says stop...control
your heart cringes at those thoughts
i feel small in a senseless way
there is so much to gain
if caution is thrown away
we fall back
into the pattern of futile say
avoiding eyes for a short while
stop
i wish to say and do what we both
desire
no no mind says stop...control
ah what an evil necessity
or sheer stupidity
this mind is

Kris Spiteri

2006-08-09T15:20:00.000+02:00

Bla dubju wieħed mill-artisti favuriti tiegħi. Ara http://www.mp3.com/krisspiteri u isma ftit mid-diski tiegħu.

Persuna li vera jkanta mill-qalb, kompożitur tal-ġenn u jikteb lirika espressiva ħafna.

lost...

2006-08-07T11:42:00.000+02:00

lost in space
lost in time
lost in music
lost in moonlight
lost along the grains of sand
lost splashing feet in sea
lost with salt in her hair
lost with a sense of no turning back
lost in the world, no matter how small
lost in a sea of people, they should all go
lost with the trees rooted into the ground
lost in a wind with no sound
lost watching the starry sky
lost trying to make out the north star
lost all the sadness to the sea
lost in facing all the reflecting lights
lost in a pit of feelings with no end
lost in my choice to remain there

hormones...

2006-08-04T18:49:00.000+02:00

it is so beautiful
to cry your heart out
on the most senseless of things
you can blame it on hormones
you can stamp your feet
act a little crazy
go into a little frenzy
riddle your lover
with unintentional guilt
perplex him the next day
the sun is shining
like yesterday never happened

thoughtless care

2006-08-04T11:00:00.000+02:00

can i say i don't care
to a friend
who falls in the same
vicious
wasteful
cycle
of vices and attitudes
can i tell you to fuck off
stop telling me the same
shit
over
and over
again
go do what the hell you want
coz it's your life after all
what do you want from me
to mother you
to tell you
over
and over
again
not to do this
not to do that
no no no
don't apologise
for your thoughtless actions
they are nothing to me
and they are everything to you

if i had to be

2006-08-03T10:05:00.000+02:00

if i had to be a fly
stuck and hidden in the strands of your hair
would I be able to sense the heaviness
in your heart
with every breath of air

if i had to be a flee
that you picked up at the beach
would i be able to comprehend
that every girl you flirt with
is just a distraction
from the self that you hide

if i had to be a mosquito
land on your hand
would i sense your palm
coming squashing down
in time to make the flight

if i had to be a parasite
would i have the guts to prick you
and poison your body
in a foolish attempt
to wreck your mind

sharing

2006-08-03T10:03:00.000+02:00

sharing my soul
opening the pages
of the present and past
will i find a key
to a powerful existence
can i float into your life
and fly back out
can i taste your lips
without questioning the ethics
of this wonderful bliss
can i be more blunt
tie you to a tree
so that i can forget the hunt
and let passion unfold
and what happens remain untold

repetition

2006-08-02T12:11:00.000+02:00

repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition repetition

life is a loop of repetition...till infinity?...or till you set your fuck ups right?

what is and what there is

2006-08-02T10:35:00.000+02:00

maybe it's not meant to be
and maybe it's one thousand other things
still my child is stamping her feet
for all the lost past anger flees

there is hope in the sounds
there is life in hurt
there is sadness in failure
there is blood in my veins
there is a thought insane
there is a side unknown
there is anger within
there is future without
there is a mask of protection
there is a different projection
there is smoke in the air
there is trouble lurking
there is no trust
there is a loss in the heart
there is nothing darkness

yet i always sought to find a candle
a small ray of light
enough to see
when you are close by
but what is the use of your being there
if in reality you are elsewhere
i retreat withdraw
i sense defeat
i don't care
i am hurt
engulfed
and yet hopeful
wonderfully hopeless
can i breath deeply
can i get up
shake of the dust
move forward
venture to the unknown
i don't care
for myself
or do i
i want to live

lines...shapes

2006-08-01T15:54:00.000+02:00

defined lines
unknown shapes
hiding undefined feelings
in the wake of an afternoon
of different beings
sanctuary in the thought
of that which could become reality
fear of innocence
fear of the leap
fear of space and time
holding on to the last bits of sanity
driven timeless memory in vanity
hopelessly optimist versus
an idiotic pessimist
nostalgically breathless

fingertips on her lips

2006-07-27T11:30:00.000+02:00

she poises her fingers on her lips
swaying in thought
she doesn't notice his smile
as he looks at her
at her copious lips
more than a sexual twinge
concealing sweat
clenching his fist
to stop himself from stroking her hair
casually composed
pulls up a chair
sits next to her
fingertips still squashing her lips
'oh hi', she says
as she's pulled back into the world
she smiles
he smiles
their eyes meet
for a split second
their hearts beat instantaneously
she removes her hand and talks
carelessly about the world
that she doesn't want to belong to
he listens, argues and makes her smile
again
more than a sexual twinge
again
he could get lost in her thoughts
and never get bored
if only one of them would take the step
to stop the flirting
and just start kissing

too much

2006-07-26T18:07:00.000+02:00

You bring too much
in my life in such a short span
with authors and music
and thoughts of existence
you feel the break up
and then you make up
but still the pull
from hip to hip
and i ask myself
how can i remain me
if i hook up with you
so defined so controlled
am i meant to let go
of myself
disappear into thin air
venture out into no-thingness
sex love compassion
stacked
taken in doses
throughout time

Imħabba Moħlija

2006-07-17T14:27:00.000+02:00

tiddeskrivi lilek innifsek
skond ma min qed tiddendel
tqiegħed lilek innifsek
f' żarbun daqs akbar
il-persuna ma ġennbek
isir dak li int
tħossok vażun vojt
meta tkun ġo kamra waħdek
tibża' li ma tiswa xejn
sakemm ma jkun hemm ħadd ħdejk
aħsibha sew darb' oħra
meta jiġi xi ħadd f' ħajtek
u tagħtihom imħabbtek
taħlix u tinħelix

dak li qed inħoss

2006-07-14T11:15:00.000+02:00

Jiġi żmien fejn dak li qed inħoss ma nistax niddeskrivih. Ma nafx għalfejn, iżda hekk jiġri. B'hekk ninfexx fil-kitba b'mod li mhux dejjem jiftiehem - ovvjament għaliex jiena stess ma nkunx qed nifhem dak li għaddej ġo fija.

Spiss jiġri li lanqas il-kitba mhix biżżejjed, u hemm tidħol il-mużika. Meta nkun f'din it-tip ta' mood, nfittex mużika stramba u out of the norm daqs kemm dak li qed inħoss...u bħalissa dan u li qed inħoss u nixtieq naqsam miegħek...mingħajr kliem, mument, għalaq għajnejk u tir...

Metro http://www.abovetheorangetrees.com/mp3s/metro.mp3

Mużika ta' Jeff Pitcher

PS: silta meħudha minn Winter of Dance (ara waħda mill-posts ta' qabel)

There is...

2006-07-14T10:57:00.000+02:00

there is

...a sadness in my heart
...a gasp for air in my lungs
...a note in my ear
...a tear on my check
...a fear within

...a number in my head
...a tick in my finger
...a view in my eyes
...a fullness in my stomach
...a fear within

...a lack of smell in my nose
...a scream in my throat
...a tremble in my feet
...a drop of blood
...a fear within

...a moment in life

dreams of reality

2006-07-12T17:14:00.000+02:00

do me
whenever
wherever
when i hear
the sound of your voice
screaming in my head

bend me
break me
be on me
make me wonder
how many stars are in my head

screaming
dreaming
fantasy believing
shake me
what the fuck is going on in my head

shut up
leave now
must go off
in that corner
in my head

colours fly
nothing dies
everything's fine
when i'm in my head

beautiful
escape
through this reality
navigate

dreaming dreams
by morning i'll forget

"Them"

2006-07-10T17:41:00.000+02:00

I received this email, and I couldn't agree more. So I am pasting it here.

---------- Forwarded message ----------
Subject: Them
If there is one word that irritates me more than the word patriot is the word
them or any other word that generalizes in the same manner. I'm referring to
when this word is used to address immigrants. First of all there is great
confusion about 'them'. It generalizes so much that one doesn't know to whom
the other is referring: migrants, irregular migrants, Africans, muslims, people
with a dark skin usually fall under the category of them. For example after 400
people staged a protest involving violence outside the detention centre 'they'
tried to force open a house occupied by civilians.

They were accused of violence towards civilians. All 400? No, not enough. For
many it meant all irregular immigrants in our country. For others it even
includes everyone who has a dark skin even if he is a Maltese citizen, a
tourist or a student.

They want to transform our country into an Islamic one (are all of 'them'
Muslim in the first place). They want to take control of our country (who the
Ethiopians, the Liberians, the Sudanese, the Sudanese from Darfur or those from
North Sudan, or those from East Sudan). They are economic migrants (if I had a
choice I would prefer living here than be a millionaire in Darfur or in
Erithrea).

They are violent and do not appreciate what we are doing for them. First of all
if 'doing for them' includes many Maltese' racist attitude and conditions in
the detention centres there isn't much to appreciate. Secondly 'they' do. Or
'they' don't? One can't answer this question because primary level English
grammar doesn't permit it. 'They' do not exist. This answer is as easy as some
do and some don't. From personal experience I could conclude that the Sudanese
and Erithreans appreciate most and are most friendly. However this is also
erroneous since there are Sudanese and Erithreans who aren't friendly at all,
as well as other people from any part of the world who are extremely nice and
friendly.

Then comes the main reason why I hate the word 'them'. Using that word
incriminates us of the most horrendous crimes committed in mankind. This holds
since it implies an 'us'. Who are us? If we use the same measure I take it that
it involves any white European or North American.

Using the same terminology implies that I (we) are responsible for the
Holocaust, World war 1 and 11, destroying the environment, genetic engineering,
and exploitation of the third world just to mention a few. It makes me on the
same level of Hitler, Stalin, Mussolini, and even hell, even George W. Bush!!

And whom can we look up to as one of us? Christ was a Jew, Rabin as well,
Martin Luther King and Nelson Mandela are black, Che Guevara is Latin American,
need one mention more?

By reasoning in the 'them' way it actually makes 'us' the filth of this earth.
Thank God there are still many people who believe everyone is an individual and
responsible for his own actions

The tip of my insanity

2006-07-06T15:26:00.000+02:00

we mirror each other
in our eyes
reflections of past times
dreaming of the future
loving as one
beautifully embraced
can i honestly tell you
i feel insane
curly bouncy waves
guarding life
feverishly
can i say it again
your beautiful embrace
i'd let you in to my world
share the insanity
of this love
i'd get lost in your curves
feeling them with my fingertips
finger within finger
crossed clasped
i'd make you scream
never let go
at least for a while
in intimacy
maybe i'll find my sanity

Mediċini...u Blogs Oħra

2006-07-06T12:16:00.000+02:00

Ħa nżid xi links għal blogs oħra, biex b'hekk jkolli easy access għal dal-blogs biex naqrhom. U bħalissa qed nibla l-anitbiotics u inhaler għan-nuqas ta' nifs li dieħel fil-pulmun...għalhekk m' għandix buzz nikteb poeżiji...l-uniku ħsieb li għaddej min moħħi bħalissa huwa viva l-ambjent ta' Malta. Vera xbajt...aħjar kont inpejjep, għax kieku l-ħsara li qed jsirli nkun nista ngħid li qed nagħmilha jiena lilli nnifsi. Iżda hekk, I'm at the mercy of others...fuck, xi dwejjaq...

The Winter Of Dance

2006-07-05T13:10:00.000+02:00

Jekk ma taraw xejn hawn hekk - ipprovaw morru fuq
http://www.current.tv/studio/media/7090419

Jew inkella www.current.tv - u għamlu tfittxija għal "Winter Dance" - L-ewwel link li titla huwa dan il-film qasir.

in a trance...

2006-07-03T12:52:00.000+02:00

it was meant to be
nothing more than a night of passion
so why did you leave your damn number
and set matters in a complicated fashion

i don't leave people behind
take their shoes
set them off to find
whatever they think they seek

glass stone grass all to the bone
sun rays begin to touch us
answer your fuckin phone
bash my mobile, go in a trance

pagan signs all around
mystical magical
forget everything
calm down
go in a trance

love life and live life
go in a trance

the effects of alcohol diminish
the effects of music expand
the effects...
go in a trance

embracing the throat in water
refreshing the mind that falters
bubbly speech gobbled up with thoughts
go in a trance

I thought it was about you
I was wrong
It was all about me
me Me ME
now i'm in a trance

Caged Within

2006-06-30T17:29:00.000+02:00

can i ask you
where you from
what are your past lives
what is our connection
why does time seem to pause
thoughts seem to flow
your feminine touch
transparent to the naked eye
makes me wonder
next to whom am I laying down
your voice lies
your stories belong
to some unknown tale
in some far away land
but your hands cannot hide
your hidden truth
truth hidden from yourself
and the rest of the world
i cry for you
to bring her out
of your cage
listen to your heart
and set her free

Gaiafest this weekend!

2006-06-21T09:48:00.000+02:00

hekk kif qomt...

2006-06-20T16:28:00.000+02:00

Hekk kif qomt dal-għodu,
ħassejt bħal li kieku ma kellix passat
futur biss quddiemi
xejn biex jfixkilni
il-piż ta' dnubiet telaq
paġna ġdida
kuxjenza nadifa
l-ebda ħsieb tqil fuq spalti
u nħares lejn il-futur
biex forsi 'l hemm il-bogħod
nilmaħ tmiem sabiħ
iżda moħħi ma damx wisq
biex iffakkarni
li anki fis-sbuħija
kruha mġiddma ssib

Damn!!!...

2006-06-16T13:22:00.000+02:00

My monitor starts zapping
my mobile phone is right there
lying carelessly on my desk
my first thought is
finally, maybe a message from you
but alas it must be just a network check
for it doesn't beep or ring the groovy tone
damn the mobile
and damn you
but most of all
damn me
waiting for that which will not happen
that which should not be so important
depended upon for a smile in my heart
so much I have to learn in this life
so much craving for human contact
beyond the casual encounters
beyond the careless stumbling blocks
beyond the smiles set up for display

Xtaqt...

2006-06-16T11:45:00.000+02:00

Xtaqt nara ħajti
mixja 'l quddiem
Xtaqt nara kollox
isir faċilment
Xtaqt nara wiċċek dal-għodu
ma l-ewwel xaqq ta' dawl
Xtaqt immur lura
fil-kamra tal-mistrieħ
Xtaqt nipinġi
dak kollu li nixtieq
Xtaqt li l-qamar
jibqa' dejjem mimjli
Xtaqt li l-għanqa tiegħek
ma ttemm qatt
Xtaqt inkelmek
ngħidlek dal-ħsibijiet
Xtaqt niftaħ il-bieb
u nsibek hemm, ma' wiċċi
Xtaqt
li għal mument
tieqaf id-dinja
u nifhem
dak li nixtieq
biex forsi din id-darba
ma nħosnix qed niblieħ

Xtruppaw

2006-06-12T10:58:00.000+02:00

Qed nżid link għas-sit ta' l-iXtruppaw. Din il-band vera cool u tal-buzz. Vera li lil Dino Rex u Jeffrey illi nafhom miż-żmien ta' sixth form...żmien li kull weekend konna noqodu naraw kif ħa ninqerdu u nsiru ħara avvolja dejjem broke :) Għaddew iktar minn għaxar snin issa, u kull meta nerġa niltaqa magħhom dejjem niftakar b' nostalġija kemm konna nqattaw ħin fuq il-mejda tar-rockers fil-canteen, b' depression qawwija fuqna li kienet tispirrana lkoll u konna noqodu nispiċċaw nirriflettu fuq il-ħajja...u ħa ngħiduha kif inhi, jiena kont dejjem dik l-ottimista, iżda l-kitba tiegħi ta' dak iż-żmien ma kienitx. Ftit illu erġajt għext parti mid-diskussjonijiet ta' dak iż-żmien, meta jiena u l-Fi ltqajna mar-Rex in-Naasha's u qbadnija fuq l-ambjent. Ir-Rex illum il-ġurnata sa għandu fhemit ħafn iktar qawwijin min qabel - u jekk issibu l-kliem "Invisible Particles" f'xi poeżija, dik frazi li daħlet ġo moħħi waqt id-diskusjoni mar-Rex...insomma, kliem ir-Rex spiċċa ukoll fil-poezija tiegħi. Prosit guys, u ejja ibdew aħdmu fuq it-tieni CD, għax vera tal-buzz.

PS: Min għadu ma xtrax ic-CD, x'qed tistenna??

A night of passion

2006-06-11T20:15:00.000+02:00

enclosed
enwrapped
between her legs
between her emotions
between his stories
and all of his glories
two egos entwined
pulling at either side
could she freely say what she wanted
could he show her his freedom
by interpreting life's anecdotes
A burning sensation
deeply buried between
until her legs release him
and the night of passion grew into
a daylight of routine
never to see each other again
or to hear of their whereabouts
Will it be a misfortune
or has destiny got better bets in store
walking away with questions that linger
no words can be spoken with audacity
questioning the real feeling of freedom
they easily set themselves apart
beyond the grips of reach
beyond the tears of intimacy
beyond the feelings that could grip their lives
in what they believe is freedom
maybe freedom from life

L-Ambjent

2006-06-09T15:54:00.000+02:00

National Environment Rally...Għada, fl-10 a.m., mixja l-Belt biex turi li jimpurtak mill-ambjent!

In Aria...In to the Ground

2006-06-09T10:38:00.000+02:00

Moments in aria
swirls and swings
emotions exposed
stamping of the feet
head released
losing balance
colapsing to the ground
boom bah-da boom
sinking into the unsinkable
beat
spine senses senseless
sweating glands
uncovered curves
without care
shaking breaking
colourful darkness
slowly breathing
senseful intaking
mind alight
peaceful resting

Physical Evidence vs. The Mind

2006-06-08T13:55:00.000+02:00

Is a photo physical evidence
of my presence
placing me there
when my mind is sure
that i never was
not even in a dream
not even in a thought
far from reality
conclusions foregone
a deep sigh
from consciousness
to the unconscious
which life am i living?

Is a thought in my mind
enough
as evidence
that something has occurred
something that I don't remember
but I know has happened
No evidence to place me there
Yet in my mind I know it was
and no it wasn't
it wasn't a dream

In foregone conclusions
I am living

World Environment Day

2006-06-05T15:43:00.000+02:00

Breathe
Air, or what
invisible particles
Cough
Gasp
Watery eyes
Decomposing chest
Powers that are and powers that be
laugh at the green option
too small they say
we need more development
to generate money
golf courses
to generate tourists
and an oven
to degenerate ideas
stupidity breeds
arrogance is acquired
air taken for granted
until one day all will cease to be

Għalissa t-tnejn ħajjien

2006-06-02T09:57:00.000+02:00

Kif rajtek, hemm mixi, ħarist lejk u stgħaġibt. Is-saħħa l' għandek. Waqqajt l-għoli ta' sular, iżda qbadt u tlajt, bla ma qtajt nifsek, bla ma waqaft tfittex serħan. Komplejt mixi qisu ma ġara xejn. Bl-akbar kunfidenza, qisek taf fejn int sejjer, qisek taf x'inhu l-iskop ta' ħajtek. U hawn jien, ninfixel kif tersaq lejja. Tgħid għandi noqtlok, nagħfġek u ntemmilek ħajtek u l-iskop liema tagħha tafu int biss? Sabbat ideja fuq l-irħama, biex forsi tibża u ddur 'l hemm. Iżda għalxejn. Int nemlu u jiena bniedem. Għalissa t-tnejn ħajjien...forsi għada le.

X'inhu rejali, u x' mhuiex

2006-06-02T09:32:00.000+02:00

Iddeċidejt li nbidel it-titlu u xejra ta' dan il-blog. Dan għaliex qed ngħaddi minn mument daqsxejn krejativ u għalhekk inħoss il-bżonn li ninfex x'imkien. Naħseb li dan huwa l-post idejali.

B'hekk minn issa 'l quddiem, ħa sibu tgħaffiġa fil-vera sens tal-kelma. Daqqa stejjer ta' vera, daqqa fantazija, u daqqa xi ftit mit-tnejn. Iżda ma nafx ezatt x'ser jkun hawn. Ħa ngħid biss li din hija ideja, mument, ħsieb jew xewqa. X'se jiġri, ma nafx.

Saħħa

Beda s-sajf

2006-05-29T09:58:00.000+02:00

Aparti mix-xeba sħana li qed tagħmel, tinduna li ġie s-sajf bl-ammont ta' attivitajiet li jibda jkun hawn. Il-weekend f'daqqa waħda jibda jsir mimli daqs bajda. Dil-ġimgħa li għaddiet ġiet il-Fi Malta u vera ħadt ġost nduru 'l hemm u 'l hawn flimkien. Xeba energija u xeba nuqas ta' rqad. Il-ġimgħa fil-għaxija kellna party żgħir fuq il-bejt biex b'hekk il-Fi tkun tista' tiltaqa mal-ħbieb kolla f'ġurnata waħda. Kif jgħid l-ingliz, tolqot ħafna għasafar b'ġebla waħda. Il-party kien suċċess. L-ikel kollu spiċċa, x-xorb niżel ġmielu, u kullħadd deher qed jieħu buzz. Kien hemm daqsxejn ta' music wars għax min ried jisma r-rock, u min ried jisma l-latin. Imma bejn diska w oħra rnexxilna nirranġaw speċċi ta kompromess.
Il-Ħadd imbagħad kien hemm Tribali f'Ħaġar Qim. Ovvjament ma stajtx ma nieħux l-oportunità li ma murx passiġata sa tempji. Dejjem nistgħaġeb bl-atmosfera li tinsab ma dwarhom. It-trankwilità hija qwasi maġika. Lura fir-restaurant Ħaġar Qim, bdiet il-muzika u vera kien hemm atmosfera tal-ġenn. Xeba nies relaxed, daqsxejn żfin tal-ġenn. Insomma, wara weekend bħal dan, moħħi ghadu qed jħossu jifloatja!
In-news ta' din il-gimgħa hija li ħa niprova nibda lezzjonijiet tal-Ġermaniz. Ħa naraw x'se jiġri għax jiena ma tantx jien tajba fil-lingwi. Issa naraw kemm ħa jirnexxili niftakar minn dak li nitgħallem.

update

2006-05-16T14:49:00.000+02:00

vera illi ma nikteb xi ħaġa hawn. Raġuni sempliċi - kelli ħafna xogħol (u għad għandi!). Plus li l-kompjuter id-dar bil-mod il-mod qed jibda jmut. Ijja hekk hu, l-motherboard daqt tieqaf taħdem. Bħallissa meta jfetlilha taħdem biss. Allura la ma għandix PC sura d-dar, u fuq ix-xogħol ma tantx ikolli ċans napdejtja dal-blog, heq - naghmel xi xaharejn nieqsa kif filfatt ġara. Mela daqsxejn updates fuq il-ħajja tiegħi:

Uffiċjalment jiena qed naħdem bħala Research Assistant mal-CSAI l-Università. Ninsab kuntenta ħafna fix-xogħol, avvolja l-forma ta' dan ix-xogħol tinbidel ma' żmien u għadni nħossni li qed naddata ruħi għal dan ix-xogħol.
*Suppost* qed nagħmel Masters part-time. Iżda mhux qed jkolli xi ħafna ċans. Issa naraw x'inhu ġej
Qed immur training mal-Special Rescue Group (SRG) li jikkonsisti minn attivitajiet verament tal-buzz - abseiling, trekking, fire awareness training, map orienteering eċċ. Min jitħajjar jkellimni.
Ħa nibda lezzjonijiet taz-zfin. Tango u Free Style. Tango ġa mort darba - mort kemm biex nara ftit, iżda imbagħad provajt nisfen u iva ħbieb, skoprejt li tassew naf nisfen! Vera ħadt gost. Is-sabiħa hi li m' għandekx bżonn partner. Allura ma ridx ngħaddi mill-hassle li nsib xi ġuvni li jixtieq jitgħallem jisfen - din verament rarita u ma nafx għalfejn - iz-zfin vera ħaġa sabiħa. Insomma, għal darb oħra min jitħajjar jkellimni.

Ħa naħrab 'l hemm ħa nkompli naħdem xi ħaġa.

Saħħa ħbieb

Of Kindness and Fury

2006-02-23T22:29:00.000+01:00

Your Kindness
enrages me
I want to spit in your face
grab your throat
carve your skin with my nails
let blood drip to the ground
The so-called Fury
The unexplainable anger
The unsolvable mystery
Questions linger in my head
Answers will come...they say
Maybe!, but till then
I fight my Self alone
Darkness
Fear
Questionable
Future

Calm restores
And I move on

Some cool stuff...

2006-02-21T09:14:00.000+01:00

There are some cool sites I'd thought I'd share here:

MIT Open Courseware:
http://ocw.mit.edu/OcwWeb/index.htm

A search engine for developers:
http://www.krugle.com/product/index.html

I'm looking forward to try this stuff out :)

Far Away

2006-02-12T17:07:00.000+01:00

Strangeness in Individuality
Strangeness afloat
likeness in sarcasm
swelling bloat
Tattered thoughts
spiral through
a flattened brain
remaining cells too few
And as you reach out
for a dream of independence
my only desire is to hold you
have you the unforbidden way
Fingers swifly caress
golden strands
luminous eyes
curvy ass
In my selfish ways
I want you here
in my compassionate mind
I open my arms, let go.

F' Mument

2006-02-11T09:26:00.000+01:00

F' Mument
Għajnejna ltaqgħu
U b'daqqa ta' ras
"Aw, Orajt"
Bqajna għaddejjin
Bħalli kieku
Ma kelna xejn x'ngħidu
Lil xulxin
Iżda jien mhux dak li ridt
U kif rajtek
Hemm ifriżajt, iċċassajt
Dejjem Tisbiħ
Forsi għax ma ż-żmien
namirak dejjem minn pass
aktar 'l bogħod

L-isbuħija ta l-Injoranza

2006-01-30T21:14:00.000+01:00

Illum kelli call (sejħa), biex immur nara ftit x'ġara fuq il-laptop ta waħda. Din hija mara penzjonanta, ingliza, u ħa nsejħilha D. Il-problemi li kellha kienu piutost affartijiet zgħar, problemi ta beginner. Kif tagħmel din, ara kelli stampa fuq id-desktop u marritli, in-neputi babas xi ħaġa. Insomma, waħda mill-affarijiet really troubling D, kienet li kellha stampa ta raġel iferra l-ilma min ġo vasun għal ġo xmara. D qaltli li din kienet xi ħaġa li verament tgħoġobha, u li ma tafx minn fejn ġiet, u lanqas meta titlaq, u għalfejn. L-unika ħaġa li kienet taf hija li darba maret tagħmel xi ħaġa ġol-kċina, giet lura, u hemm sabet din l-istampa, dan ir-raġel, lix-xmara, insomma xi ħaġa vera sabiħa. Iżda imbagħad telqet! U ma reġatx ratha!

Għamilt xi nofs siegħa ma nagħtix wisq kas ta dak li qaltli, għaliex ma stajtx nagħmel 1+ 1 fuq din il-biċċa xogħol. Waqt li kont qed nagħmel affarijiet oħra, moħħi prova jifhem dan il-ħaġu x'seta kien. F'daqqa waħda irnexxili nifhem. Kien l-iscreen saver, wieħed minn dawn li tidownloadja! Illallu!!! hehe...allura kelli nispjegala x'inhu screen saver, x'jagħmel u meta jiġi on u hekk.

Iżda l-punt ta dan kollu huwa, li inqas ma taf fuq il-kompjuters, iktar tista taprezza affarijiet bħal dawn. Jiena kieku ħsieb wieħed jgħaddili minn ġo moħħi - dan kemm qed jaħlili processing power għal xejn b'xejn. U għandek mnejn taħseb li la screen saver, dak il-ħin ma tkun qed tuża xejn. Iżda l-ħela hija ħela. Meta ma tkunx qed tuża kamra fid-dar, ma tħallix id-dawl jgħati għax mhemmx għalfejn. L-istess il-PC, la mhux qed tużah, il għala tħallih għaddej jaħdem...ħallih ma jgħamel xejn għal ftit mumenti! Imma insomma, la darba tkun taf dawn l-affarijiet, il-perspettiva tal-PC u x'inhu l-użu tiegħu tinbidel totalment.

Il-ferħ tal-ġenn tà moħħi

2006-01-26T12:15:00.000+01:00

Illum inħossni ferħana daqsxejn mhux ħażin! Iva, tarawni mixja - ħa jkolli tiċrita fuq wiċċi minn naħa għall-oħra! U tassew xieraq għax daħħalt l-ewwel paga! Ovvjament, mhinix kuntenta bl-amont tà taxxi li naqsuli - iżda tà l-inqas, issa dawn il-flus huma tiegħi, u ma rid nagħtilhom lura lill ħadd. U naf li wegħedt lil sħabi li ma l-ewwel paga ha noħroġkom tieklu, iżda tuni ftit ċans sa kemm nagħmel il-kontijiet...ax naħseb li minn dil-paga ftit għandi flus!!! Ajma - din hi The Never Ending Story ta ħajti! Imma illum kuntenta!

Picture - The New Harmonics

2006-01-24T10:21:00.000+01:00

Għeżiż ħbieb,

Hemm band ġdida fix-xegħna maltija jisimhom The New Harmonics. Għandhom single ġdid li tistgħu tniżlu mill-website tagħhom, li għada daqsxejn fjakka!! - http://www.thenewharmonics.com/

U waqt li kont qed nisma d-diska, ktibt din -

All the words you said
No matter what you do
I find it impossible to hate you
to dispise you
Your music always changes things
The energies that I can feel
I ask why but no answer
will ever satisfy
like some sort of spell
keeping bound
to the friendship that's left
It's like we're at a dead-end street
wanting to rid ourselves from the past
but knowing all to well that we can't
because our past has not been
our own doing
innocent souls we are
flying through life seperately
crossing paths roughly
like bumping cars
resulting in playful laughs
forever, flying away...

Il-Poeżija tas-separazzjoni

2006-01-23T19:27:00.000+01:00

Mela, filli kont ser nupdateja (sic) dal-blog, u f' daqqa waħda insejt x'ridt ngħid! Boq ma nafx, naħseb li moħħi qed jibda jċeddi u jżarma l-armi. Għajma hej! għadni kif applikajt biex nagħmel masters part-time...naħseb li ħa jkolli bżonnu għal ftit żmien ieħor dal-moħħ hu x'inhu.

Ijja ħbieb, applikajt għal masters. Issa la darba tiġi aċċettata l-proposta tieghi, nara jekk nistax nitfaħha online...xejn xejn tikkumentaw ftit.

Il-ġimgħa l-oħra rċevejt sorpriża kbir. Wasalitli kaxxa fil-posta minn għand www.poetry.com - ġieli nitfa xi poeżija hemm hekk, u allura jibgħatuli ħafna imbarraz. Iżda waħda minn dal-poeżiji kienet intażlet bħala "Editor's Choice" għax-xahar ta' Settembru, 2004 jekk mhux sejra żball. U b'hekk ġiet ippublikata ġo ktejjeb tal-poeżiji. Jiena, apparentament, dak iż-żmien kont ordnajt kopja għax ovvjament kont kuntenta tà dan. Iżda tant għada żmien illi kont insejt kompletament!

Tistgħu timmaġinaw x'sorpriża kienet meta ftaħt il-kaxxa u sibt dan il-ktieb. Vera magħmul b'mod professjonali - hard bound, bil-kwalità tal-paġna vera għolja. Insomma jidher vera pro. Issa kif ftaħtu dan il-ktieb....bqajt iċċassata!!! L-ewwel poeżija kienet propjament dik li ktibt jiena! Tistgħu timmaġinaw - għamilt xi 10 minuti ngħalaq il-ktieb u nerġa niftħu, għax forsi għajnejja kienu qed iqerqu bija! Iżda hemm baqgħat il-poeżija, fl-ewwel paġna. L-unika ħaġa hi li din meta ktibtha, kont għadni qed nuża l-kuljom tà miżżewġa - cezek. M'hemmx x'tagħmel!

Insomma - din hi l-poeżija

Search for Everything

My search for independence
begins right here
With a chopstick that holds my hair
The only thing taht seems fair

My search for enlightenment
begins right here
With a prayer to God
For his presence can be felt

My search for reality
begins right here
In a letter I demand
Closure must be found

My search for beauty
begins right here
An undefined diet
Promise to like it

My search for love
begins right here
Under some illusion
That I can go back

Claudia Cezek (li issa saret BORG orajt!!!)

Sa darba li jmiss, au revoir

Tick Tock...

2006-01-15T00:03:00.000+01:00

Tick tock tick tock
So goes the clock
Time running
When we’re walking
A year is short
When compared to a million
A year is long
When thinking of just yesterday
And time seems nothing more
Than a complex game of chess
No option to move backward
And check what might have been
The result to a different move

Is-Sena l-Ġdida

2006-01-03T20:17:00.000+01:00

Hekk kif dħalna għas-sena l-ġdida, kont qed nitkellem ma ħabiba fuq l-importanza tal-ġurnata. Għalija, jiena qed, ijja ġurnata bħal oħra - ejja ħa mexxu. Ħabibti, forsi b'aktar sens ġo moħħha, qaltli li għailja, għanda bżonn ġranet bħal dawn biex tqatta ftit ħin tagħmel analizji taż-żmien li għadda. Kont naf dak il-ħin li għanda raġun.

U waqt li m'għandi l-ebda ntenzjoni li noqod niftaħar jew nċanfar lilli nfisi hawn, nħoss li hemm ċertu sens ta sigurta għal fatt li ħafna nies jevalwaw (?) dak li għamlu. Nies minn politiċi għal artisti. Nies li kapaċi jaraw is-sena li għaddiet b'mod rejali. Jgħarfu l-iżbalji u s-suċċessi. Nies li jiftakru dak li ġabhom hawn, issa, fejn qedgħin.

Jiena, ma nafx, għadni sens ta' imgħoddi għal ħafn' affarijiet li ġraw. Sens li għaddew snin sħaħ mindu spiċċajt l-universita, isseparajt u mort l-India...u mhux li ġraw biss ftit snin illu. Tgħid jiena biss inħossni hekk, jew ijja ħaġa normali? Id-distanza ta' l-attivitajiet.

Some people live as though there is no tomorrow
I feel I live as if there was no yesterday
Is this my way of running
away from yesterday
Do I have an preset condition
to forget and to disown
Are these words my way
of reminding me my past

U b'dak il-ħsieb, nħallikhom u nixtieqilkom is-sena t-tajba.

Il-Ħadd l' għadda

2005-12-23T15:10:00.000+01:00

Illi biex nikteb mill-Ħadd li għadda! Propjament xtaqt li nuplodja xi ritratti li ħadt, u għadni ma irranġajtx biex nagħmel dan. Insomma, jiena u l-Fi morna dawra bil-paqqa u ħadt erba ritratti li jiena naħseb ġew sbieħ - tal-maqlugħba, Filfa, u s-suq ta' marsaxlokk. Meta nsib ftit ħin nara kif nagħmel u ntellahom dawn ir-ritratti...insomma, xi wieħed jew tnejn ta, as inkella too much ux!!

Issa li kullħadd moħħu fil-Milied, jiena moħħni f'kemm qed nixjieħ. Ijja xbin, jumejn oħra nagħlaq it-tlettin, tondi tondi. Iż-żmien jgħaddi, u jekk xi ħadd qatt jitlobni parir fuq il-ħajja, jiena ħaġa waħda biss ngħid - Go For It. Qatt ma għandek toqgħod lura u dejjem għandek tiprova l-ġdid u tesperimenta ftit. Dak il-buzz tal-ħajja naħseb jiena.

U issa li deħlin għas-sena l-ġdida, x'aktarx li ħa jkolli xi impieg ġdid. Iżda aktar informazjoni meta l-affarijiet jseħħu, u mhux paroli fil-vojt.

Nixtieqilkom il-Milied it-tajjeb
tata

Minus One....Plus One...minus one

2005-12-15T11:19:00.000+01:00

So one friend leaves, one friend arrives back from a holiday, only to come back with the news that she's leaving too...at least for one year. What's it with you all people?? Everyone wants to go away from the island of sun and sea. I mean, I know its blooming cold in December, and when it rains all day, the island floods...but come on people, it ain't THAT bad.

or well maybe it is...i don't know, i think that given the opportunity i'd leave too...

and if you are wondering why this post is in english, the capital letters have stopped, and probably there are more typos...well its because i've just put nail hardener on my nails (dah!) and i'm not patient enough to just still and wait to let them dry...at the same time, typeing with nails wet and sticky while trying hard to hit the keys with my fingers only...not touching my nails...its tough okay!!! you don't believe me...try it! see that exclamation mark means that i have to redo my little left pinky coz of the bloody shift key ... grrr

Ħsibijiet, Ċajt, u Ħwejjeġ Oħra

2005-12-13T11:18:00.000+01:00

Ħsibijiet, Ċajt, u Ħwejjeġ Oħra

Xeba Xita, Xeba Ilma, Xeba Dwejjaq

2005-12-13T10:46:00.000+01:00

Aw ppl, Illum qomt bil-ħsieb li ħa niltaqa ma saħbi t-tfajliet. Waħda minnhom se titlaq lejn il-Polonja, tul ta żmien indeffinit. B'hekk konna ħa niltaqgħu waħda tal-aħħar aħna lkoll. Wara ħafna smses u nejk, irnexxilna niftehmu ħin u ġurnata. Iżda kif dalgħodu smajt ix-xita kont naf!
A) Insejt it-tieqa tal-kamra tal-bejt miftuħa - u kont naf li ha nsib xeba ilma,
B) Kont naf li fiż-żmien siegħa, xi ħadd ħa jċempel u jgħidli biex inbidlu l-ħin.
Insomma, hekk ġara, u xi trid tgħid ħlief fuck it! Issa jiena, jekk niltaqawx kolla jew le, mhux xorta! Lil Sarah illum l-aħħar li rajtha, għal min jaf kemm żmien.
Sarah, ħa nimisjak, u l-ħbiberija li tgħajtni. Int persuna tal-ġenn! Nisperra li jirnexxilek tikseb xewqtek...good luck :)

Issa PS: Imma din ix-xita ħa tieqaf jew!!

Mistoqsija bla risposta

2005-12-12T11:05:00.000+01:00

I can now say to have travelled
Far and away
Has this dampened my spirit
To rise against the crowd
Has this lead me to accept
That this world is as is
With no warrantee
No change condition
You’re stuck with what you get?

Claw 2005

L-ispelling Malti...

2005-12-11T14:25:00.000+01:00

Qabel ma nkompli ngħaffeġ f'dan il-blog, inħoss li għandi ngħid li jekk issib xi żball wieħed jew tnejn fl-ispelling Malti...heq ifhem, iktibli u għidli, għax billi tmaqdar biss ma tkun qed tagħmel xejn tajjeb... ;)

ba-bye.

Kaxxa Baci

2005-12-11T14:23:00.000+01:00

Mela, il-ġimgħa l-oħra kelli party ċkejken tal-graduation, liema fih stidint dawk in-nies li għamlu erba' snin jismawni neqred, ninkwieta, kif ukoll xi xahrejn l'hemm u l'hawn li ma semmgħu xejn min għandi għax kont qed ngħereq fix-xogħol. U b'hekk, b'dan il-party stajt ngħidilhom grazzi tal-paċenzja etc. Issa wieħed min sħabi ġabli kaxxa baci, li jiena ovvjament ma stajtx nirrifjuta.

Għaddew xi ħamest ijiem, din il-kaxxa tal-baci hemm għada, biss ġewwa ma faddal xejn!!! Nista ngħidilkom li iva kolla kiltha, waħda waħda, niżlet għasel, ħlief waħda li tgħajt lil Kristina meta morna naraw film. Iżda l-importanza hawn mhix fuq kemm tħanżirt...le le! Iżda tafu dawk il-karti żgħar li ssib ġewwa....ijja ijja! Issa għandi daqsejn takollezzjoni li nixtieq naqsam magħkom. Enjoy:

When love wants to speak, reason must keep quiet (Anon)
There is no instinct like that of the heart (Byron)
Till I loved, I did not live enough (Dickinson)
A wise friend knows how to spare us much pain (Gracian)
A kiss is the sweet prize, long sought for (Anon)
Passion dazzles lovers, Love unites them forever (Anon)
In love, silence is of more avail than speech (Pascal)
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none (Shakespeare)
The soung of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echos last a great deal longer (Holmes)
A true friend knows all there is to know about you and yet still likes you (Hubbard)
That love is all there is, is all we know of love (Dickinson)

Hekk...nista ngħid li dik kienet il-Good Deed Of The Day (GDOTD). Li qsamt magħkom daqshekk ħsibijiet sbiħ u posittivi.

Tislijiet u Saħħa
Claw (fil-qasir)

Id-Dahla

2005-12-11T13:39:00.000+01:00

Bongu,

din hija purament prova. biex b'hekk nara ftit kif ser jidru l-affarijiet.

Claudia