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It’s March 2026.
What once felt like the future is now just… here. 2026 feels less about noise, more about presence—music, writing, photography, all finding their place.
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Wied il-Mielaħ and the Salt Pans of Gozo
Along the northern coast of Gozo, the landscape opens toward the Mediterranean in a quiet display of stone, sea, and sky. The limestone cliffs rise sharply from the water, their surfaces shaped by centuries of wind and waves. At Wied il-Mielaħ, a natural limestone arch frames the horizon. Weathered and rugged, it stands as a…
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Valletta: Between Stone and Celebration
Valletta is a city of contrasts that somehow never clash. Its walls hold centuries of wind and salt, standing firm against the Mediterranean as if by choice rather than a consequence of time. Along the harbour, steel arcs meet open sea, ladders disappear into dark water, and quiet boats rest beneath towering fortifications. Geometry and…
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Low Tide
I didn’t leaveto find peace.I leftbecause stayingfelt too sharp.Too fullof empty. Breathing around me,but I feltlike air wasn’t mine anymore.I walked past facesthat didn’t see me.Not really. The boat waited—small, like me.Unnoticed,barely holding shapein the grey. I set offwithout direction,not looking back.What would be the point?Yet every now and thenI caught myself ….Looking back. A…
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Finally
That day has come. After countless journeys, thousands of photographs, and more memories than I can count, I’ve finally taken the time to sift through it all—to select what I believe are my personal best. Not an easy task, mind you. Every shot carries a story, every place a piece of my heart. Memories…….Countless. From…
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I Am War
There’s a war inside meno flagsno sidesjustmeagainstyouyes you – my twin Heart on one endmind on the otherpullingtearingnever resting I wake up tiredlike I’ve been running in my sleeprunning away from youthoughts come too fastfeelings too loudI can’t tell which one’s lyingor if they both arewhich one are you?who’s side are you on? Some days…
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Silence
I sitI listen you’ve gone quietOr maybe am not listening properlyCould the silence mean You are not here anymoreYou have left this building this body of mineHave I offended you my twinTo go so muteDispleased youTo be so dismissiveMaybe your silence is more meaningful than wordsSilence similar to the peace when diving deep into the…
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Once again…..
we sit once againYou and meseems we have a tendency towards this opposite each otherstaring each other outseeing who will give in firstwho will waiver falterthere are apartments in mymind which I believe no oneshould enter let alone You yet i feel you bury yourself thru my eyes …….reaching probingmanaging the labyrinthso well you navigateas…
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my twin
I sit Enjoying the silence I light a candle It caught a draft making it rasp and spit like a desert snake The flicker of shadows Creating a life entirely of its own Two glasses lay empty before me I fill the one then the other Knowing only one will be left empty I brought…
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The story of three
Echoed FootstepsThis captures the weight of the past—choices made, regrets, and the haunting echoes of moments that cannot be changed. Trapped in a “cell” symbolizing internal conflict, where shadows of past decisions linger, shaping identity and creating a sense of yearning for release. Driftwood DreamsThe journey shifts to a recognition and the passage of time.…