Li kissirtu sewwu
Il-każ Vella Gera, kif qed insejjaħlu jien, ta lok li toħroġ fid-dieher ċertu tip ta’ oxxenità grassa li żgur m’għandhiex titħalla terfa’ rasha fil-pajjiż. Kienu bosta dawk li b’dal-każ ħassewhom urtati, u ma nlumhomx, għax dak li tkisser mhux lakemm jissewwa. Qed nirreferi għall-pubblikazzjoni, fil-gazzetta studenteska Ir-Realtà, tan-novella pjuttost spinta Li Tkisser Sewwi, miktuba mill-awtur Malti Alex Vella Gera. L-istorja, irrakkontata fl-ewwel persuna, tikkonsisti f’sensiela ta’ ħsibijiet skjetti ta’ raġel b’ossessjonijiet ħormana akuti li fin-nisa ma jara xejn għajr mezz ta’ sodisfaz

Lament / Eleġija - Jim Morrison
LamentLament for my cockSore and crucifiedI seek to know youAquiring soulful wisdomYou can open walls of mysteryStripshow.How to aquire death in the morning showTV death which the child absorbsDeathwell mystery which makes me writeSlow train, the death of my cock gives life.Forgive the poor old people who gave us entryTaught us God in the child's prayer in the night.Guitar playerAncient wise satyrSing your ode to my cock.Caress its lamentStiffen and guide us, we frozenLost cells,The knowledge of cancerTo speak

Second Coming (Prometheus’ Lovesong)
“Prometheus stole fire from Zeus,” you said, “and he lost his freedom as a punishment”. But he earned his athanasia in the communal mind of men, as he set the world ablazefor the ransom of us mortals,a christlike figure amongstour Greek forefatherswho bestowed the gift of reason upon meand the gift of tragedy upon theethrough this blasphemous treason. True, Prometheus stole fire from Zeus and he lost his freedom as a punishment,a befitting forfeiture for a Mātariśvanwho dared to defy the will of the gods. But fret not, as I can’t loose my