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Joseph Axiaq
Il-Buffu
Bluha li timla tinda tnessi l-veru kuluri 'l hinn minnha f'abissi ta'estasi li jcajpru l-mohh jitbellah,jiccacra hemm hu fin-nofs. Jaqbez, jitkaxkar ghal zmien bla qies ghax jahbi u jinsa wiccu jixtieq taht maskla ta' lwien u daqq ta' bla hjiel. 'kk jistrieh jaghraf iserrah l-imhuh imsahra tal-massa imxenqa ghall-gost u t-tbahrid tinsa l-gewwieni trid.
Memory
My preceded memory so fierce, so merciless, so ruthless are your pleasures in hounding me, in drenching my eyes until dry they become.
You play an untamed, discordant instrument. Birth to melancholic notes it gives that glorify the emptiness along with enhancing my Self pain. My voice you perceive imploring, querulous, inquisitive for what once was. Lost, exploring a dark labyrinth, meandering in a mysterious place belonging only to my Self, thirsting to find some light.
In vain… My voice a slave remains of my accompanied memory!
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