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In the beginning, the Earth was hot, neat and pleasant. There ruled two gods, Winter, the god of penance and love, and Summer, the goddess of honor and knighthood. War was a nonexistent concept, and if there were wrongdoings, they were dealt with peace and justice. Winter was an ugly god. His skin was matt and his hair of only one colour. But he was good and charming. Winter was an entertaining host and his jokes could make the grumpiest beings laugh out loud. Meanwhile, Summer was the most beautiful goddess that had ever come along. Her skin was a fiery gold that glowed under the midday sun. Her hair was pink, purple and blue, its curls framing her face perfectly. Her smile was the shiniest of them all, and her laugh was infectious. Winter and Summer were not the only gods that existed. But they were the most powerful and worshipped ones. As a couple, they supported and took care of each other. In the old era, the sky would shine everyday; the birds would sing their songs. The waters would glisten and the flowers would bloom all year long. But one day the sky darkened, the birds stopped singing and the flowers closed up. A new goddess had come along. Her form was mysterious, just a swirling mass of darkness and smoke. But if she chose so, she could take the form of any mortal or immortal being. And unfortunately, she was greedy. This new goddess was called Foul and she was the embodiment of evil. Foul was very jealous of Winter for having Summer as his wife, and so she built a plan break up the couple. She devised a scheme to go once a week to meet Summer in the form of her husband and pick fights, and after each time she would would treat the other goddess even worse. It wasn't long before Summer started to feel frustration and resentment towards her husband. The next step in Foul's plan was become Summer's friend and make her love for Winter nonexistent, allowing her to pounce and take her prize. Summer's frustration was a big enough window for them to become friends and soon enough, something else arise between them. Her love for Winter grew smaller by each week until one day, Summer woke up to the realization that Winter was not the love of her life anymore. Foul finally could enjoy all the hard work, for Summer was hers at last. Foul laughed and felt as powerful as a grown man taking candy from a child. Summer was to meet Foul at the edge of the property in the middle of the night, but before she was able to step outside, there came Winter. His gaze travelled from her hand on the door to the bag on her shoulders and asked her what was she doing. Not being able to lie, she told him the truth. He couldn't understand why she was leaving him. He had always been a most affectioned husband, but he then remembered the past few months of her growing distand and in a fit of rage, Winter froze the whole world. Clutching his chest, the clouds parted from beneath him, and he fell to Earth. His heart had frozen over and turned his skin and everything he touched into ice. Summer, not knowing what else to do, tried to defrost the ice around his heart, as well as around Earth. Winter, not being able to care about anything anymore simply turned away from Summer, and left her to her own devices. Earth and humanity be damned. In the shadows, Foul saw everything, and overcome with grief and guilt, she knew she had to at least try to make things right. Foul confessed her crimes to her lover and Summer was appaled by what she heard. Foul was tried and found guilty by the rest of the gods. Their veredict announced that she was to be stripped off her powers and left to live the rest of her days as a human. Summer and Winter were never seen in the same place at the same time ever again. Destined to forever wonder alone, Winter would feel his pain grow and the only way to subside it was to cry. And cry he did, for he would grasp his chest and weep for his lost love and betrayal. His tears are what we know today as snow: cold as his rage, soft as his heart once was. First written: 18/11/2019 Edited: 14/06/2022

We left. We simply woke up, ate our breakfast, took our bags to the bus and left Malta behind. It was a bittersweet end. There was so much more to see, to know, to experience, and still I just wanted the warmth of my parents hug, my mom's food, my dad's horrible sense of humour. I wanted to hear the purr of my cat, see the wag of my dog's tail, and feel their immense love as I pet them. I missed my home. So I left the newness, the mysterious and adventure behind, and walked toward my home. Which were the people and pets that made home, my home. It is unecessary to say that the journey between one point to the other was unconfortable and stressful. But it was spent with good people. We talked, laughed, listed to music and sang along at the best parts. We got to know eachother and form bonds that in any other situation, would be impossible. It was an opportunity that I will never forget. It may become foggier with time, but the feeling of it will be impossible to fully forget. I was the happiest I have ever been. THE WHOLE GROUP:

This is the last day in Malta. At least the last day in which was a kind of "get to meet new places, fun". We visited the Popeye Village, where I didn't eat any lunch, but rather watched my friends eat. Ultimately, it was very boring and lonely day. There was nothing to do there other than look at the passerby and watch the kids shows that repeated every 20 minutes. I took photos with Popeye, Olívia and Brutus. I bought shirts for me and my mom (which in turn was given to my dad after I got home and she saw the size of it), and a magnet to put on the fridge. (My parents collect magnets from every single place we go). Later, we went back to Valleta and that was were I bought the last pastizzi of the trip; a shirt for my brother; a hoddie for me; keychains for me and a friend; and finally, a placeholder for cutlery for when my mom cooks (she broke her favorite one). Unfortunately, not long after I got home, the beautiful placeholder turned out to me a fake with a plastic film that fell off on the first day in the washing machine. (And that is how I realised that that's why it was so cheap.) Anyways. I spent that afternoon shopping those things and at peace with myself. It wasn't as fun as it would have been if I had chosen to spend my time with my friends, but if I had stayed, I wouldn't have been able to buy the things I did or do the thigs I wanted to do, because then I would have spent that time helping and translating things for others. When my alarm clock rang, I was totally lost. Instead of panicking, I did a quick search on google maps and was able to arrive way earlier than the others. We went directly to the final stylish restaurant, ate pork and fries. Dessert was a kind of brownie with melted chocolate inside. Went back to the hotel and made my bag before going to sleep.

My breakfast: That day, we visited the Blue Lagoon and Gozo. To get there, we had to get in 3 different buses and like last time, our legs were being used to full capacity. But to be fair, I faintly remember of arriving there on a chair. So maybe I was lucky enough to get a vacant place, but I remember there still were people from our group left standing. After we arrived at Gozo, we went through the Gozo Chanel Line, and another much smaller boat to get to Blue Lagoon. I wore a dress that made me extremely furious because the buttons wouldn't stay closed. It wasn't a day made for swimming either. But me and some friends braved the freezing water and regretted it right away! It was sooooo COOOOLLDD!! But let me slow down my my retelling of the facts... At Gozo, we walked the same amount of steps the guys from El Dorado walked to arrive at a church and not even go inside. CRAZY STUFF, I KNOW. After going all the way back down, we stopped by a.... kind of a cart and because the food seemed legit and cheap, me, my rommates and another friend decided to eat there. The place was called Fuli Kiosk. I ate a smoked salmon wrap. It was really good, even if it did have some pieces of tomatoe I had to nick-pick. After lunch we got into a smaller boat and made our way to Blue Lagoon. I was a lot of fun! And windy. Took many photos and changed to my dry clothes immediately after getting out of the water. (To avoid most as possible from getting a cold). Ate an icecream, and I gotta say, NOT TO DIE FOR. -Time passes by, yada yada yada- Jump to when we are leaving the place around 4pm and getting to the hotel at 5pm. Leaving for the restaurant at 6pm, after having taken a bath and gotten ready to go. Restaurant's name: La Sorpresa. We ate hamburguers and it was GINORMOUS. (I wasn't able to eat it all). I have no memory of what happened after other than leaving the restaurant in a state of pure high and happy as a spoiled child after getting her favorite ice-cream. Giggling, jumping and strotting the streets, I felt like I owned the world. And then it was time to sleep, and sleep I did. With butterflys and hearts in my eyes.

For the following days, I woke up at 7:30am, deciding to go downstairs for breakfast at 8:30am and being ready by 9. The breakfast was simple: bread, tiny croissants, cheese, ham, fruits and cake. I ate the cheese and ham rolled up inside of a croissant and cake. (I drank only water.) Something interesting that I found out the hard way, was that water was scarce and that if you needed to drink water, you should be prepared beforehand. I spent the first day with my metal water bottle and it was ... chaotic to say the least. ANYWAYS For our second day in Malta, we visited Mdina, the Old City. To get there, we had to get on two different buses, and I had to stay standing the whole trip because of how full the bus was. Mdina is an old city and had a gentle kind of beauty. We were graced by the presence and knowledge of a maltese guide to explain everything about the city, the history and Malta's culture. It was very enriching. Something interesting that he told us was the fact that flower gardens were banned because of the small quantities of freshwater. (Because Malta doesn't have any lakes nor rivers, freshwater used to come from their groundwater.) The only instances where flowers were admitted, were when girls of age were looking to be married off, and those flowers were posted outside their windows to let all possible batchelors know: "Here I am. Ready for plucking". (Sorry, I just had to use that metaphor, and I KNOW, I know it's bad. Don't judge me.) We visited many churches and we ate sandwitches and Maltese deserts! Dates! I ate three different kind of dates: coco, nutella and traditional. (To be honest, my favorite was the nutella one hahahahah) There was a wood thingy that you see in movies where people are punished with being locked by the hands and head and where the simpletons could throw rotten salad and tomatoes that I tried out. And fortunately for me, it was something easy to get out of when i had my legs touched by a complete stranger without me knowing it was A COMPLETE STRANGER. *shudder* It was so much fun... 👀 I was traumatized: Afterwards, we visited a special church most known as Mosta Dome, The Sanctuary Basilica of the Assumption of Our Lady, a Roman Catholic parish church and Minor Basilica. Called Mosta Rotunda. This church is unique because of an unexpected miracle, a bomb was dropped during the II World War, and rather than going off, it stayed intact! We went inside and under it, where we saw the safe place people would go in to avoid bombings during the World War II. We went back to the hotel that night, before going to the resturant. I chose to change clothes and take a bath later, just right before going to sleep. That dinner, we ate pizza! It was AMAZING. I loved it and I would definitely go back to Malta, if only to ask for the recipe hahahahaah The restaurant's name is Luzzu, and here is the menu, pizza and fritters (maltese dessert, not that good in my opinion): We went back to the hotel, but instead of going to sleep right away, me and my roomates decided to go against the law! And being the rebels that we were, we invaded the boys room. We played Uno, listened to songs and met some Italian girls from the room across the hall. We talked with them and found out that they were there for only a short while. We discussed the differences of our cultures and traded instagram information. Now I have a friend from Italy following me hahaha SOME OTHER PHOTOS OF ME AND FRIENDS:

The trip started at 17th of April at 10:50pm, when I left home, bound to my adventure at Malta. While we waited for the bus to arrive, my parents went for a walk with my dog and I chatted with some of my friends. The excitement made me giddy and tremble with anticipation. At 11:29 pm, the bus departed, and with it, I did too. Waiving goodbye through a fogged up window, I left a piece of me behind. But that space wasn't left empty for long, for a nervous, but nostalgic feeling crept up in its place. After almost 4 hours on the bus, trying every possible position to sleep and eating though all my pringles, we arrive at the airport, where we were stranded until 6:24 am of the next day (the 18th) when we finally were aboard the airplane and it was lifting from the ground. From there on out, things were easier. Slept a bit during the flight and watched an episode of my series (Suits on Netflix), until 9:19 am. We went directly from the airport to Hagar, Qrendi, Malta; visited some temples; and watched a short 3D movie about it's discovery. The movie showed the differences between how we see it today and how supposedly it used to be, before the weather erased most of it. Took some photos and ran ahead to try and catch up to my fellow adventurers, for the next stop was the hotel and then, what we had all been waiting for: Valleta! These are some pictures I took of that beautiful beige city... Valleta was the place where I ate my first Pastizzi!! AND IT WAS AMAZING I bought one that was made of ricotta and the second one was made of chicken and mushroom (the later was sooo good!) I'm getting hungry just by thinking of it. The crust looked like a very airy croissant, and the sound reminded me a lot of Pastel. (Just the *crunch crunch* it makes while you bite it. There's just nothing like it, honestly). We ended the night by going to a burguer place, and I complained A LOT internally because everything we were eating was made of tomatoes, we had no choice of what we were going to eat, and the only burguers we had, were almost to the end, and were the size of my palm. (SO SMALL!) Thankfully, I didn't leave hungry from the place as I so much feared! After the staff were warned about my repulsion of tomatoes, they gave me a rather small plate of fries. But at least I had some fries to repress my hunger. And the reason why I have no photos of the restaurant is because my phone battery was dead. I didn't even have one percent left. (Remember, I spent almost 24 hours without charging it, while taking photos, videos, and texting my parents from time to time). That night something rather frightening happened. It was at midnight, when the hotel and its hallways were dead silent. When the moon was high and everyone were asleep. I was preparing to go to bed with my roomates when an alarm sounded! At once we got up and started to hear feet running from outside our door. Afraid of it being a burglar, we refused to open the door. We heard cries from deep in the night sky and with our hearts pounding, we opened the door and raced downstairs, where fortunately, was everyone else. Turns out it was a false alarm. Crying and hugging each other, we started to talk and laugh from relief. It was just someone (really stupid) who had decided to smoke in their room! But who it was, shall remain a mistery. Soon, the police arrived and we were able to go back to sleep. So up we went to our room. Feet dragging behind we said our goodnights and dream profoundly, we did. -The policemen going inside of the Guest House. SOME OTHER PHOTOS OF ME AND FRIENDS:

I was only a child. I was happy, I was wild! Didn't need to look in the mirror, I was carefree in my beauty. I didn't think that I was different, I was just another child, ignorant. You cut my wings and smile, Now I am stuck, yours to defile. I don't need to look down to see it, You had already engraved it. The shame, the dirtiness, the hate. My body was to blame. Why have you done this to me? What have I done to thee? I was only a child, What justification was filed? I beg, beg and plead, Why have done this to me? I can't look in my reflection, Without the memories of imperfection. Were you jealous of my happiness? Couldn't you endure my brightness? I know you had a hard childhood, But is that reason to destroy everything good? I am trying to reconcile, When all the while, I hurt in each step I give, This is pointless, this is no way to live. I am trying to sew the holes you made, I can't see clear, I have instead a blade, I can only cut, these were the tools you gave me, It burns, it weighs, I am afraid. But, still I wait.

As I walk past these bright colored streets, I think of the times long past. Of when I would lay awake on my bed sheets, Counting the stars above my head. The ache on my chest doesn’t subside, A pain for an innocence long lost. And as I walk, I keep my eyes open eyed, For I watch a squirrel cross my path of frost. Reaching out with a hand, I sing, And the words fall upon the flowers. Growing under the love I bring, They cry for the time that was ours. As I walk past these bright colored streets, I think of times long past. Of when I would cheat tests, Counting the time until I could go play tag. The delicate flowers beside me, Open their buds, a welcoming sight. A bee trickles by, Unconsciously, through my parted lips, I laugh. I wonder, “Is this what happiness is?” I walk faster, I don’t want to think. I want life to be like a pop quiz, For people to sing in sync and clink their drinks. As I walk past these bright colored streets, I think of the times to come. Of what I’ll have achieved when the drum beats, Of me as a mum, playfully eating my children’s thumbs. They screech in glee and run away from me. But I won’t be easily deterred, I’ll follow them through the flower garden. And on a perch, watching us, a bird. And the flowers cry, For the innocent child I used to be. I won’t have a perfect “Goodbye”, But at least it will have been my life… Exactly, as it was supposed to be.

Glittering sand at my feet, Hair fluttering with the ocean breeze, Clear blue sky above my head, Beside me a star-fish is dead. As good as it looks, As beautiful as it seems, There is always a hard truth, To the wonders that we see. It comes and goes, A never ending cycle. Laughter and running feet echoes, Things of a past run wild. The sun casts long shadows, A glimpse of what’s to come. But until then, I’ll play in the icy-cold Of the tidal waves, I’ll jump on. And when the orange glow turns silver, I’ll sleep the sleep of the dead. The nightmare, the dream unfamiliar, That I’ll wait for the bird to shed. Waking once again with the canary’s song, And the rushing of the ocean, I’ll lie in the sand, And shield my eyes with my hand. Once again hear the mermaids sing, A reminder of the certainty they bring, That every beautiful thing, Has an ugly truth coloring.

All through my life I've felt the pull from the moon Looking up at the skies, searching for her slitted or full form Always bright and shining her moonlight Silver sparkling reflecting from the waters' edge, Bouncing off of my dark hair Revealing the mystery and magical secrets of the flowers and leaves Shining down and protecting each life down here Every sleepless night, looking out my window, Searching for her embracing form, Hidden behind clouds or shamelessly showing herself Her moonlight is white and pure, lightening a part of me full of dark But her peaceful and beautiful spark shows me that my dark should not be hidden inside. Her moonlight guides me through life And i learn the things I must And in heartbreak, she gives me solace But I know that she still hasn't spoken about what is on the other side. She still hasn't spoken to the one that shines on her. And so I spend another day trying to find her in the sky.

I hurt myself, at every opportunity I hate the pain in my knees, wrist and feet I hate the weak body I have to deal with I've tried getting stronger, I only managed to deplete all my energy My will to live is at its breaking point I want to die and leave it all behind I wish I would get at least some love When I am down on the ground bleeding out So I write out my anger and pain Into meaningless words on paper This poem is all I hate My soul, my body and who I am For you, future reader, I will give you colours Red for blood Black for hatred Blue for pain And White for peace in death I hope you've hated this poem as much as I have Since it is lame and full of undesired feelings And since I am feeling extra dark today I wish you a horrible day PEACE OUT! Ugh! I hate this * drops microphone *

I spend my time Reading books that I like Thinking of what is to come Looking for a real home Love seems tricky I drink whiskey Because I don’t like to think Of what is written on ink All my favorite characters find love Then why is it so difficult for me to belove I know I am not striking Neither enticing and exciting Maybe I put too much effort And maybe that is why is hard for you to support I am trying to be myself And not what I think you want for yourself We don’t need to be lovers My most treasured colours Are gold, white and green Each that comes from your sheen I want your friendship Your companionship The gleam of your eyes And how your laughter Brings me the sunrise I want somebody to share my dreams Somebody to help me with my schemes Somebody to show me the way when I am blind I want to feel twined I want a bond so strong that can’t be broken Somebody to hold as if a token I want to feel listened And cherished I want to take care of you For you to sing with me Waterloo To laugh, to hold, to live I want to feel alive and with you thrive