Blue skies, cumulus clouds, inspired by the dominance of the silence that lays beforth me. Valletta was speaking again or else it was myself who started to listen again. Hopping from one rock formation to another, beneath the fortifications I realize the grandeur of this architectural marvel. It is unbelievable that this fortification has undergone two great wars and they are still standing, and which probably will still stand triumphantly for the years to come.
Once again I wait, for a moment, for an instance, for a shot. I wait for this is the only task I can reach, the only instance I can achieve, the only time I can be myself. My senses are not as alert as they should be but aware, enough to know that I am not alone.
No it was Earth Garden organized at the National park in Malta. Visited on Saturday, even though it was grey, rainy and windy. The sun, hidden within a mile thick cloud as grey as a navy vessel, the droplets of rain almost defying the rules of gravity.
There is no one to wave to, and as I am slowly lifted to the second level towards passport control I ask myself if there is really anything to check, I pass through like an ant through Porte des bombes. The stillness in the area is unbelievable, the fluorescent tube just on top of me flashes through its intermittent behavior as if trying to survive its last moments of shine, the plants green but lifeless. The British white haired couples settled in an un-organized method on the seats remaining in the departures lounge, myself in an un-obstructed angle, anxious but calm, waiting and observing.
Listening to Michael Buble in my car, looking out of the window, wondering about the sky above me, waiting for the ferry to come and take me to the other side, towards the peaceful island of Gozo. The island that inspires me, that keeps me close to my thoughts.Gozo is my escape, the cushion that cuddles me, the nurse that has taken care of me the first time I saw the external world. Gozo forms part of the three islands being the second largest of the three; however it has kept its character and history. In winter Gozo is like the flourishing freshness of a flower. And now that March is over, I see that nature is preparing for the hotter season yet to come.
