Hdejn vaska bil-papri…

“Ghaliex tlaqtni? Ghax hallejtni?

Ghax hattieli, oh Mulej?!

Dina marti kienet kollox

Jien minghajrha ma jien xejn!”


“Kemm inhobbok!” “Anka jiena”

Jghid waqt li jinzel gharkuptejh. 

“Trid tohodni bhala zewgek?”

Dmugh ta’ mhabba u tigri lejh. 


“Ejja l’hawn u halli l-papri”

“Tilghaqx idejk ghax mahmugin!” 

“Taqbisx hekk ghax tista taqa”

“Ieqaf igri kullimkien!”


Jiena bank hdejn vaska kbira

Papri w cinji nara spiss. 

Nara w nisma eluf ta stejjer,

U ma jkunux tad-dwejjaq biss. 


Nara ragel jibki telfa,

Nisma l-kant tal-mahbubin,

Genituri jhobbu l-binhom

U warajh huma mitlufin! 


Tinkwetax minhiex se nikxfek. 

B’dak li nisma ma nghid xejn. 

Ejja s’hawn u poggi hdejja, 

Mieghi tista tghid kelmtejn. 


While we read all cuddled up…

Once upon a time…
We bring an end to our day
With magic and creatures
And children who play.

She lost her glass slipper
As the clock struck midnight…
We choose our first story
And cuddle up tight.

Little pigs, little pigs,
Let me come in!…
With the turn of each page
His face shows a grin.

“And now,” cried Max, 
“let the wild rumpus start!”…
I read to him with pleasure
And the joy fills my heart.

There was once an old lady,
Who swallowed a fly…
He seems to be getting sleepy
As the moon lights the sky.

A mouse took a stroll
Through the deep dark wood…
His eyes are shut tight
And it all looks good!

He dreams about castles,
Where maybe the Gruffalo dwells,
And pigs who build houses
Who might do magic spells.

A story is enchanting
And a book can bring magic. 
Not reading to your child
Is simply just tragic.



To my husband on Mother’s Day

So on Mother’ Day, my husband told me that he had no idea what gift to buy for this special day. I scribbled down the following poem and gave it to him to express what I really wished as a gift from him. 3 be funky

So today you sweetly asked me

With a big smile on your face,

With a look oh so angelic

Filled with love and filled with grace. 


You asked me what I wanted

For this special mother’s day

That we’ll celebrate tomorrow

On the 13th day of May. 


Well here’s my answer, my dear husband,

And my words are very true,

I honestly don’t want anything…

Nothing fancy and nothing new. 


I already have my everything

Which are a son, a dog and you,

Who fill my life with so much sunshine

And never ever leave me blue. 


You make me oh so happy

And make sure I am ok. 

You are always ready to help me

All year round and every day! 


You clean and clear the dishes,

You put Tommy to sleep,

You cook and change some diapers,

And you even help to sweep! 


So no, my dear husband,

I don’t want anything on this day,

For you see, the way you treat me,

Makes it special everyday! 

For an amazing person called Mother

What is a mother?

You might ask and ponder on your own.

What makes such a special person?

You might wonder when you’re alone.


A mother, my dear friend,

Is someone who can love.

A mother is an angel

Who was sent from up above.


A mother is a teacher

Who helps us grow and learn.

A mother is there waiting

At each and every turn.


A mother offers a shoulder,

And always lends an ear.

A mother does her very best

To protect you from your fear.

She gives you her own food

and her last drop of water.

She lives her own full life

Just for her son or daughter.


I’ve been blessed with the best tutor

To prepare me for my son.

She has been there forever…

Since my life had begun.


I thank you my dear mother

You are the very best!

You love me unconditionally

And I do feel very blessed.

Kun Af Li…

Kun af li

D-dinja ttik fuq wiccek

U taf sew meta tuzak. 

Tidhaq bik 

Minn wara darek

U ma tiddejjaqx tweggak. 


Kun af li

L-hbieb halliehom fl-ghatba

U la ddahhalhomx id-dar


Hafna drabi jweggghu

U jgibu wisq imrar. 


Kun af li

X-xoghol huwa spiss iebes

U hadd ma jahdem ghalxejn. 


Biss bic-cicri

Avolja nahdmu mill-Hadd sat-Tnejn. 


Kun af li

Sejjer twegga

U anka tnixxi d-dmugh. 

Xi partner,

Djun, mewt, u mard

U problemi li jhawwdu l-imhuh. 


Pero ghaziz zghir ibni,

Zomm f’mohhok dan il-kliem

Li ommok u missierek

Hdejk issibbhom zgur sat-tmiem. 



For all my techno friends…

After years of spending every weekend at a particular club, you find it difficult to forget the music, the vibe and the amazing people. So I wrote this especially for them.


Nina kraviz, rodhD, floorplan
Function, jeff mills, apparat,
Dave clarke, mr. G, kalkbrenner,
Palms trax, dax j, moderat.

Back to back ben klock and dettman,
LSD and Robert Hood.
Steffi, karenn and len faki..
Who to choose? They all sound good!

Modeselektor, marcel fengler,
Ben sims and DVS1.
We have all danced to their music…
Danced until the morning sun.

All time favourite is undoubtedly
Laurent garnier presents LBS,
Gnanmankoudji, crispy bacon,
Milf and man with the red face.

So cheers to you dear techno lovers
The ones who never miss a beat.
The ones who head down on sat to Liquid,
To blow the roof and move your feet.


Women have will and ambition

To be anything they aspire, 

And whatever they set to do

They surely succeed and inspire. 


Presidents and prime ministers,

Doctors, lawyers, teachers,

Mothers, djs, singers, mechanics,

Engineers, soldiers and preachers. 


Rosa Parks and Margaret Tatcher, 

Curie and Maya Angelou,

Suu kyi, Chanel, Fawcett, Rowling, 

Nina Kraviz and Simone too. 


One can’t forget all the ladies

Who make us proud to be Maltese, 

Ira Losco, Miriam Dalli,

Presidents Agatha and Mary Louise. 


So cheers to you my fellow ladies

And remember you are so strong!

And to the fellow mates i remind you

That we are hardly ever wrong!