i want to go eat octopus in valletta

but not today

maybe tomorrow

it may be windy and they may cancel the ferry letting its blue body dance with the waves in the middle of the bay

give me the binoculars

from your little balcony i can see the old city across the bay and the little restaurant beneath the walls just near the water

if i look hard enough i think i could tell what the people on the nearest table are having for lunch

it's the same restaurant we ate at that first afternoon

when it started raining and as large raindrops were falling in our wine we were laughing at the waiter trying to save the menu board

with the binoculars give me a cigarette

i'm gonna stay here for a while

feeling the sun on my face i will try to figure out what are the people sitting at the cafe downstairs saying

i can see the color of their eyes but they'd never look up and see me

next door is the sliema burger king and i can't stop remembering writing down that address in my little travel notebook

just another awesome stranger

but apparently not quite

i can feel your steps behind me

even when i turn around i can still see the yachts anchored in the bay reflecting in the glass behind you

and i can see me reflecting in your blue eyes

tomorrow we are going to take the ferry and eat in valletta

but today i'm not moving from that little balcony

today is all about sitting in the sun and holding you

my lovely stranger

не можете да ме поделите и не знам какво виждате в мен обаче аз полудявам и не знам защо сте решили че аз съм виновна сякаш аз не бих искала да мога да съм на десет места едновременно всички сте толкова needy и пет реда сълзи и сополи господи а толкова искам да остана сама за малко

ей така се чувствам а ме карате да избирам a ви обичам

even closer

i see the lights of my city reflecting in your eyes and my two worlds collide
it's funny how close fate has brought us - two strangers from the opposite sides of the earth, meeting somewhere in the middle
these days all my thoughts are in english
i realize how much and how little i know it
thank god you love my accent
we talk for hours over bad wine, analyzing and defining the word smitten
you don't have to tell me how desperately in love you are - i see it every time you look at me
and as you lay trembling in my arms and i kiss your wet eyelashes, i can't help but love you too
as the strong man you are, you're so beautiful in your weakness
say i am a pervert for being with you but what i feel is the only truth
i can feel my naivety infecting you, my faith flowing through my fingertips into your atheist heart
and the ancient healer in me wants to sooth your pain and mend your dreamer soul with the power you've given her

and maybe you're right - in the end the numbers in our passports will draw the line they're supposed to and love won't be enough to hold the spaces in between
but now, right now, this feels right
and i'll keep it safe
in me
for me
from me