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Why The Caller Lacked The Identity...To Muster The Courage In The Phone To Speak?
Lill-Maqrut tal-Belt(0.00 / 0 votes)
Il-venda tal-Belt li tant rajnieh jixjieħ
qed jinbidel, imma żgur m’hinix se ninsieħ
għajjat, storbju u ftit kenn
xi mitt darba stennejt tal-linja hemm.
U issa li sa fl-aħħar ser jnaddfuħ
qed nikkontempla kif kien, fuq fuq
post fejn tiltaqa’ imma ma tagħqtax ħin
post li tgerger fuqu imma ilek tmur hemm snin.
Kull ma fadal il-funtana tat-Triton
Kbir u tond, forsi issa jibda jaħdem
Dawl miksur u Ilma jċarċar kullimkien
It-turisti japprezzawħ u aħna nadduħ biż-żmien
Imma l-aktar ħaġa li jiddispjaċini
li malli nidħol il-Belt biex ninvista l-offiċini
ma nistax aktar nixtri xi wieħed jew tnejn
minn dawk l-imqaret tajbin mitejn.
Veru mhux tajbin għas-saħħa
pero mhux kull ħaga għandha tagħha?!
Tant kont nistennihom b’hegga u herqa
Li kont lest ukoll naghmel xi serqa!
Dik ir-riħa tant speċjali
min dik il-kaxxa tal-perspex bl-imqaret ippakkjati
It-togħma tat-tamal u ta’ qagħli
biss naħseb fih żaqqi taqali!
Stajt niekolhom tlieta tlieta
Kont inżomm lura imħabba id-dieta
Joħorġu sħan u ftit imbasktin
Kemm jmorru tajjeb ma xi te u biskuttin!
Issa x’ħa nagħmel mingħajr il-maqrut
li ma’ qalbi tant kien marbut?
Ikolli nistenna sakemm jerġa jinfetaħ
Fuq ix-xwiek qiegħed, dalwaqt nitbellaħ!
Ha nsellimlek hawn o maqrut,
żmien il-għomor, inħossni tradut
Aħjar nieqaf issa,
saħħa u grazzi
J’Alla daqt narak
B’hekk ikun reġa’ hawn il-bnazzi.
"Now what do I do without the bite in my cheek
(That she gave me in my dream)
That was so deeply attached to my heart?"
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