February 2019. I walk on the roads of Malta, in the streets of Valletta, Victoria … I do not plan anything. I rely on my wanderings. My steps build my ride. Poetry is everywhere and in everything. It comes from the banal that attracts me inexorably. Human presence is immanent at these vacant places.
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