Lost into the depths of alienation, wondering from one place to another, venturing into places I have never been before, lost. For so long I have not seen my reflection, I have not heard my voice anywhere, my Qi wondering off like a dandelion carried by the winds of society.
Searching through the clouds
They ran away, far from where I was, away from the silence of where I stood. The sun hath already been warming the other hemisphere of the planet and I could almost sense the nightly cool breeze of the Mediterranean. A yellow light was enough for me to appreciate this city in its most magnificent moments cuddling me in its warmth.
One of the Balconies of the Presidents
Looking out of the window, watching the days go by, and wondering if reality was as real as its name implied. There was a slight reflection of myself in the window created by the glimmering yellow light bulb of the bed lamp. The sea in the distance glowing the obscured light of a half moon and the skies as black as ever, with little white dots like salt flakes reflecting the few light that penetrates through the winter clouds.
Like footprints in the sand which slowly fade away, my thoughts swiftly flow through, whilst the wind blows my sun scorched face here in Golden Bay. The sea, symphonically rushing its way through the pebbles which rest upon the sea bed. Nothing to see accept the sun, slowly fading away in the horizon reflecting its warmth for the last moments of the day. I look up towards the skies, and all I can see is a tower, which like a chameleon has adapted to its surroundings maybe to protect itself, to survive through the turmoil of time and mankind’s greed for power.
My current fixation with doors has dragged me down once again to Valletta, and for another time I have discovered new angles, new sides which hath remained in the dark for all the time when I visited. Today the light sheds from the warmth of the “lanterns” that have inspired me to look within even further. Accompanied by two friends to observe or appreciate further the magnificence of this place we moved along the narrow streets.
