Mountains

I speak out of the deepest abyss of my soul, to you, who surely has a mountain standing right in front of you right now. Towering mightily, and clouding you in its shadow.

Rain

And the smell of rain… Oh I love that smell!

about my dad

And I know that wherever I am, there he will also be

a short word: on Halloween

I have always had a flair for Horror and themes of the supernatural….scenes of scary corridors covered in mists and spooky sounds

to the Maltese politicians

This is a time to unite together. If you don’t, Malta is going to drown.

And it will be on your hands.