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sliema1

Mi mundo

On Reality

6 octubre, 2020

Nothing exists, until we PERCEIVE it.

Nothing is real, until we give it a MEANING.

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ART1

Mi mundo, Poetry

More ART and less EGO

24 septiembre, 2020

The world needs more colour,
On walls and canvases,
Not on eyelids and lips.

We need more brushes,
To paint the beauty of nature,
Not to cover our natural beauty…

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nightlights0

Mi mundo, Poetry

Night lights

5 septiembre, 2020

The neon lights make love with the buildings. And the engines revving tell of pride. The loud music of the clubs finds its way out to embrace the pavements…

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portrait street

Mi mundo, Poetry

A morning in a noisy street

30 agosto, 2020

A toddler crying his lungs out, 
The persistent horn of the gas truck, 
The loud radio of the neighbour, 
A heated conversation in a foreign language, 
Machines working in a faraway construction site, 
A dog barking relentlessly, 
And an idiot revving up his motorbike like his life depended on it.

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Mi mundo

Una carrera contra el sol

17 agosto, 2020

Es la hora de las sombras alargadas. Las ruedas de mi bici de montaña se abren paso entre la tierra seca y las piedras. Mis piernas pedalean lo más fuertemente que pueden. Acaba de comenzar la carrera contra el sol.

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sea1

Arte digital, Ilustración, Stories

An unusual morning

5 junio, 2020

I woke up when the sun still was shy. The bed sheets didn’t want me anymore, and the apartment was telling me to leave. So I left. I didn’t even bother to take off my pjs. I put on my flip-flops and greeted the day from middle of the road. I danced along the pavements, […]

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thebug

Stories

The Bug

23 abril, 2020

The door is closed and the sun is shining on the quiet streets. For the 40th day.

He started talking to the dying plant in his living room. And made friends with all kinds of imaginary creatures. He learned to listen to the absence of voices, to read the colors in his small apartment and to find beauty in the most ordinary objects.

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mosquitoes

Mi mundo, Stories

Summer Night Tales

29 junio, 2019

I love the sound of silence,
The clean peaceful silence
That stays after killing a mosquito.
The sound of death,
Anticipation of a restful sleep,
While I sprawl on my bed…

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crow girl

Arte digital, Ilustración, Poetry

Autobiography

26 enero, 2018

I’m a cloud,
I’m a storm,
I’m the wind
That chills your bones…

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birgumalta

Arte digital, Fotografía, Mi mundo, Poetry

Ode to Malta

24 junio, 2017

Oh, Malta,
Sunny limestone rock,
Ochre landscape,
Glowing at sunset…

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