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Those shadows what difference do i make in God's fascinating plan... playing with stars milking away the years if I am anything, what am I? Not a speck in the tide of time not a spark in the abyss of hallow skies, galaxies that inhabit the universe what difference does it make to be left cold life or dead? to disintegrate into the soil and become one with elements that fathered me... if my nest grew chilled and my arms hold themselves in eerie silence as I laugh in agony at the mass ice age that flames around ...what difference do I make in God's fascinating plan? and who cares if not the shadows that accompany me in this life bred without our consent ...their eyes flickering as tears fly and shine magic wonders reflecting a reality that we cherish and dream in surreal hope of a life that outlives the morge Shadows smile or cry, they are real as they speak my heart and long for my arms your arms, you, ...whom I don't know though I wish to hold what difference would all thi...

Here and now if nice is precious more than years ago where bliss is not more than a frill in my memory that alters and falters by time Here and now is dear too, as I taste, smell, see and feel it hear it playing mellow as we speak Here and now is really only what I have as then, is nothing but plan, and chance Here and Now is by then my new charms to recall, as I smile and thank the moment, that's already gone. Ray de Bono 17.04.08 Image rights: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Double-alaskan-rainbow.jpg

Ode to our Architectural Prowess The many pre -historic structures that we have sprouting here and there - are amazing reminders of these island's antiquity and the long standing civilization of their diverse inhabitants. The medieval limestone walls and bastions that fortify our cities, the old houses that core our villages, the baroque churches that are scattered all over the Maltese islands - aren't they charming and fitting to our weather, environment and temperament ? These structures epitomise an age, and in many ways fossilise it. But don't tell me that most structures erected after from the 1970's onwards , the limestone orgy of Malta's leftist age, the so-called housing for all, have left us with an outer core of ugliness littering our towns and villages; the ominous housing estates - the shear sight of which - gives me a bad mood, now shape most of our urban landscape. Whats more is the fact that for a supposedly noble cause, the use of limestone was m...