In Gozo, I met a confident leader, Brenda, the Camelids.

Because I, the falcon, have returned again —

“Where the heart loves, there the legs walk.” — A Maltese Proverb

We love a fun cliché. We love rushed variety. We love sporadic honesty. We love a good lie. We love spunky homebodies. We love planned adventures. We love broken satisfaction. We love fulfilling disappointment. We love a soft out. We love a hard in. We love a desperate nobleman. We love a kind-hearted cad. We love salty victory. We love delightful downfalls. We love shy insults. We love boastful compliments. We love fancy standards. We love plain intricacies. We love a calculated misstep. We love a sloppy scheme. We love pleasant punches. We love cold cuddles. Welovetospancirclesinaurasbeyondourmeansoftrafficuncontroledwithinthistimeframeyesthisisakindofforbiddentriangleinmotionstoendlessoceanstakenaparttothekneesofaformerhousewifeinlusciouslandfillsonlyeatingyeastandhairandpillspullstonightpleasealovelovelovelovelovelovelovleololoeolovelevoloevvelovelolelvovleloveloevllelovoelove

We love We love We love

We love.

We love.

We love.

We love love to destroy. Don’t we?

Midnight on a beach in the Mediterranean
And I miss you even here, taking it all in
The sand, silvered, carries the moon on its shoulders
Is it possible to put this night to tune and move it to you?

— Minus the Bear