Salut les innombrables!
Walking in La Vallette, Malta, i was shocked by this idea:
I was walking through an idea -the idea of a city in the 1950′s. Exactly how i imagined one of those. A city somewhere south, grilled by the sun, and inhabited by these other ideas: It’s sunday, noon, and the streets are empty -because all the churches are full. A famished stray cat crosses the street a few meters from you and glances at you quickly, just to be sure you’re not edible. The sun is so here that you wouldn’t swear the crackling noises you hear aren’t mad by it -the sun. Just when your mind starts evaporating, a boat horn takes it back to your physical head. Just when you think you might be hungry you realise you’re thirsty, and just when you think you must go back o your hotel room to take a nap, you see some other incredibly coloured and decaying building you can’t miss…
… More of those pretty soon*
Besitos, los fabulosos***