Ċempiltli Għax Intbaħt Li l-Ħin Kien Waqaf.

Ċempiltli għax intbaħt li l-ħin kien waqaf

Il-minuti ma jagħaddux

U l-jum kien twil wisq sabiex tittraversaħ.

Illuppjati nilgħabu l-logħoba

Fil-bitħa ta’ dal-ħabs

Interrqul- passiġġati ċirku tond

Noħolmu fil-ħelsien.

Filwaqt li l-ħin gaddej

U kull sekond tgerrem ramla minn tax-xtajta.

Int taħsebi li tkun qed minn fuq

Għax  tinġarr minn kull kurrent

fuq il-ponta tal-mewġa u fuq karru tad-duħħan

U taħseb li l-hena qiegħda wkollħfl-ingrannġġi ta’ din il magna.

Illuppjati nilgħabu l-logħba tal-azzard

Biex lanqas ma naraw il-ħin għaddej

U biex isaltan jibqa’ biss

Min jiġbed qed l-ispaga jiġbed

Għaliex ma kull skoss li tieħu d-dinja

Issibu minn quddiem

F’kull punt tal-parodija.

Imbagħad xħin jasal l-aħħar

Jnfaqgħu ll-bżieżaq.

Alfred Grech

23/07/2019

Stajt Kont Dea.

Stajt kont dea lluminanti;

stajt nebbaħtni ħin bla  waqt;

stajt tellajtni fl-ogħla sema,

ftit ħin miegħek ngħaddi xtaqt.

Kien waqt wieħed li mhemmx bħalu,

xħin il kwiekeb jiddu rajt,

int bħal seħer tisparixxi

għolejt ftit imbagħad waqajt.

Kont x’kont, xtaqtek f’dawn il-ġranet

terġa’ tiġi b-torċ f-idejk,

f’waqt ta’ sokor, f’waqt ta’ glorja,

biex tmexxini b’dawl għajnejk.

Muża ħelwa, anġlu jiddi

li twelidt fl-immensita’,

dak il waqt li tiġi żżurni,

jien immiss l-eternita’.

Alfred Grech

23/07/2019

Il-Lejla Hawn Madwari.

Il-lejla hawn madwari

u madwar l-oħrajn

il-bżieżaq tal-bews tiegħek.

U la twebbilnix biex niġi ħdejk

għaliex ikolli naqsam

il-baħħ invalikabbli

tal-eżistenza tiegħi.

Sakemm nistaħda għadni

fis-solitudni

ma jkun inbidel xejn

u nista’ wkoll nintilef

fil-multitudni

u noqgħod naħli l-ħin

fil-bżieżaq tas-sapun

jew noħlom.

Il-lejla għammadni b’idejk

xħin tiġi minn warajja.

Alfred Grecvh

22/07/2019.

Regression.

They told us that life goes on

but never really bothered to tell us

what has been lost and that there is

too much future without us: that sort of thing

you perceive upon reflection.

They told us that life goes on

but in the flow of things

you loose the memory of what had come before

or worse still: you loose yourself.

It took us years and some grey hair

to know how it feels to apply the brakes

and arrest the flow of time before time itself

took it away just by not thinking.

To dwell on what had happened

and not progress they told was regression

Now we have to go back to where we were before.

Alfred Grech

21-09-2019

Lil Ġanna.

Miniex inżomm it-temp maż-żifna tiegħek

għalkemm għajnejna t-tnejn sikwit jiltaqgħu,

offrejtlek kemm il-darba żżomm ir-riedni

kull xħin infaħna l-bżiezaq bdew jinfaqgħu.

Bħal meta jeħel l-għaraq fir-riħ isfel,

Ħallejtni  lsir daħħaltni f’ħafna basal,

bħal lupu affaxxinat bil-fjamma taqbad

nistenna l-aħbar tajba u qatt ma tasal.

Illum li ma ħaddieħor bqajt għaddejja

ma ġietni l-ebda xewqa li nittanta

xortija li bil ġebel trid tħaġġarni

Bqajt hawn bil-pinna f’idi u niskanta.

Alfred Grech

20/07/2019,

Uprooting.

Because we were afraid of being uprooted

Like  trees   to make space for new development

Deprived of our nest

The littler wormhole where we found our solace,

Where we could stay still and contemplate the marvels

Of a universe yet to be born,

Or another planet at the gates of beyond.

But then we had to say goodbye

To the quiet world that we knew

Where we used to play hide and seeks with our emotions

The single quiet roads that brought us

To what we are to-day.

We have to make a formal salutation

To the thunderous noise of these aggressive vehicles

Unearthly creature of a gullible nation

Despoiling us of our quiet moments and our solitude

In the little corners of the soul.

When all is said and done

There is no quiet software to lament

The loss of a  paradise.

Alfred Grech.

20/07/2019

Perche’

Perche’ sto seguendo i tuoi passi?

Forse perche’ e’ diventat un abitudine

O forse perche so bene che sei irragiungibile..

Perche’ sto correndo verso di te?

Forse perche’ ho la speranza

Che cambierei pensiero.

Perche ho ancora bisogno di te?

Forse prche’ ho ancora in mente

Un futura follia,

Tu mi dici niente di nuovo

Emi dia  nessuna sensazione se non quella

Di essere ancora vivo.

Alfred Grech

19/07/2019