Kevin Saliba knows no frontiers: in his words and deeds, he is forever searching for absolutes far and wide. Delighted with the munificent freedom of metaphoric expression, he has sensed, like a newborn he-goat, that the earth and the skies are boundless, as he has never stumbled upon any reef. It is easy for a young man who— like many before him, has painstakingly brooded over Nietzsche, mulled upon Aldous Huxley’s reflections on The Doors of Perception [...] and read up on free love [...] —to call out:

For up the Tabor we climbed
we desirous crowds, we demonic hounds
to scatter dusky flowers
before the crypt of God..
Kevin Saliba distinguished himself also in his aptitude as a translator of verse. His lexical registry, which contains several novel linguistic features, testifies that he is indeed a master of this art form.
Summa Theosophica
The Absolute.
That sole principle
conjoining every chain of creation,
birthless, measureless, groundless, endless.

Achille Mizzi
Il-Mument; 25.08.07
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