Then we were running in teens :
I was his Valentina, he was my Valentino
I had firm faith , that he was mine.
Smoothly our romance to grow.
Days were passing, no confusion .
Budding youth in ardent amour
Drinking desires ! Vibrant passion .
Two young hearts on graceful glamour.
Me open-minded, innocent
and influenced by your smartness.
No question for a moment !
Just callous, lacking alertness.
One day you left casually,
just telling to meet by tomorrow.
Days, months, years passed actually -
Till waiting, to greet with ‘Hello !’
You sent me to Fool’s Paradise !
I trusted you as my lover.
But a betrayer came in guise
to hit with black Excalibur .
Journey of life through thorny bush,
chased out any expectancy.
Always melancholy to push,
Sinking in despondency.
Darling eyes I can't resist
Soft hands I caress and miss
Your heart that sings I sire
Pillows you throw slings like lyre
For Valentina, she was just another person in a nameless town.
In ennui of the busy streets? of the city of San Francisco, in the midst of all the festivities,
She suddenly stopped, forgotten by the world she once knew.
As the rainfalls cascades on her accoutred fur coat, the boudior filled with women was invisible to her.
?Her neck tie is now out of place, no longer in any fashion sense.
As she parades the narrow foggy alley without regard, the wincing of the bystanders behind her seemed unnoticable.
Now standing beside the roadside in reminiscent of what her outcome could've been.
Her disconsolate face says it all, Tapachula, a place she has left her heart.
The euphony of the Fandango, the ineffable jovial laughter of the ancianas, the merengues dance and the stomp beat; all calling her name.
But of all things was the church with bells and the Artesian wells?,
The cozy mountains, the halcyon pathways where she strolls in barefoot. But mostly at the bakery shop, is the shy and handsome Alejandro who, with the warmest smile, never forget to hand her a bag of fresh rolls with a note "te amo".
We got off the plane in Malta after our flight
Reached the arrivals hall and to our delight...
there to greet us with a hug and a smile
Paul Callus, his wife and his lovely grand daughter Valentina
THANK YOU PAUL - YOU MADE MY HOLIDAY COMPLETE BEFORE IT HAS EVEN BEGUN!!!!
Written in my hotel room in Sliema Malta
27th October 2015
Paul
Husband of Sheila, Father of Kirsty and Paul-Mark,
Grandfather of Valentina, teacher, and friend
Son of Pauline and Nazarene, brother to six siblings:
Joseph – Angela – Carmel – Catherine – Victor – Maria Concetta
Lover of freedom, honesty, dreams, dark chocolate, nuts, red wine, and windmills
Patient and diplomatic, but like a dormant volcano is liable to erupt
Enjoys sports, swimming, walking, travelling, reading, writing, painting, and drama
Detests lies, double-faced people, wars, cheats, bullying, and vandalism
Who feels for those in need, the persecuted, and the marginalized
Who fears loss of countryside, betrayal, hate, suffering, and dementia
Who would like to see tomorrow’s dawn, peace on earth, beyond the mountain peak,
Resident of Safi village, Malta, Europe
Callus
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17th October, 2014
Contest: Bio Poems
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Placed: 1st
Venera one
Mission Venus
Yuri Gagarin on Vostok
First man in Space.
Mars One
First woman
Valentina Tereshkova.
In space.
Leonev’s ten-minute walk in space.
An unmanned Soviet Craft Luna Nine
Soft landing
On moon
The first probe in lunar orbit
The first unmanned rendezvous and docking
The soil samples brought to earth
Ram’s probe on to the moon
First and only daughter
Luna brought on earth
Exact date
Exact time.
Dr. Ram Mehta
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Fourth Place win in:
Contest: Magic Decade's Mood sponsored by nette Onclaud
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