Malta, is an illusion in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea.
of this rock have passed all Arabs, Phoenicians, Romans, French, Italian, British and finally I've been there too, were the Maltese with their rocks and their ruins. remained the blue sea and the wind wind can be so only where there is nothing to brake.
There are the flowers of spring, there are the houses of ocher color of desert sand, the smell of Africa.
a place where you can experience emotions in a large scale, proportionate to the size of the island, where every seat to reach "it's far!" though they are 8 km.
A microcosm where love is possible where the opportunity is real but fragile and illusory apparently. Because nothing is more fragile than what is protected.
sometimes you just tighten two fingers to bring back a butterfly caterpillar.
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