The times we had
Oh when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had, had to go
Never to go
The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
In my good times
There were always golden rocks to throw
At those who, at those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our times
In the very moment I was choosing a title for this post (which is not always that trivial) I discovered this refreshing song by Beirut – Postcards from Italy and I adapted it to my Maltese experience. I send to you all my self-shot postcards from Malta!
Точно в момента, в който избирах заглавие на тази статия (което не винаги е толкова лесно), открих съвсем случайно тази освежаваща песен на Beirut – Postcards from Italy, чието заглавие напаснах на моето Малтийско преживяване. Пращам на всички вас моите собственоизработени пощенски картички от Малта!
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Malta’s best seen through a 35mm frame and materialised on a Turquoise analogue film.
Най-доброто от Малта видяно през 35-милиметровата рамка и отпечатано на тюркоазена аналогова лента.
Camera Pentax ME |Lomography LomoChrome Turquoise ISO 100-400| Malta’s best
