Usually a travel diary is written step by step, day by day, instead just today I find words to transform indelible mark in the writing of the sensations that give me landscapes, people and changing people of this Middle-earth .
I'm in the "Ferry" back from Inishmore, the largest of the Aran Islands, next to my fellow travelers, cut off from fatigue, sleep blessed and give way to my thoughts. I feel lighter because they believe I left my heart. The feelings of freedom and serenity that I breathed come along with a sense of heaviness to this green grass and blue sky that I will only in my memories ... and my spirit will not be as wild and free. Difficult that this does not leave a mark ... Maybe now my eyes have reflected emerald and indigo in color and will change the landscape of this land.
It was tough getting on the boat, I wanted to stay there, spending time with fishermen who speak this language incomprehensible as magic, to understand what motivates them to remain in the depths where there is apparently nothing, to understand where they find courage every day to continue to feel that everything that invades you and you have enough to be at peace so you do not feel the need to find out what you already have within you .... I think to Inishmore there really is a magical current, an energy that if you can take (or make you understand) connects you to universal forces, perhaps the same who led the Celtic priests when they went up to Dùn for prophecy, pray, defend or fight.
cha I met a woman working in a wool shop in the fortress, an Italian who lives up here for nine months, on the edge of the world "knew" just because you love the island. I can understand why this choice is the same that I flashed on my mind all the time now, but I was not enough a few hours of riding the narrow streets and stone walls to be able to do it ... and now I think to myself: "the usual cowardly ... "The magic that you breathe is so strong that it makes you overcome the bitter cold, just a cup of hot coffee beside the turf fire in a fireplace to put the movement in place ... all without ever losing his smile. I realized today that I never stopped doing it: smile ... if not to laugh!
This Middle Earth protected me also echo the lack of those who tried for so long without being able to find, who I wanted next to me so that together we turned that energy into atomic explosion. But his vacuum Inishmore was full of beauty and serenity ... for the show in front of me ... and I do not really need anything else.
And now I understand why the fantasy Universal Fit fairies and elves just up here. There is no place on earth where they can live their lives if not here in Ireland. You will surprise you constantly changing the landscape: the lawns slope down to bathe in the waves of the sea, the embroidery of small plots enclosed by plots of dry wall gives way to the rusty bogs of Connemara hills that contrast with cobalt lakes. Just a cloud covers the sun and sky here is that these mirrors become shiny black spots.
Oceanomare Then there's the ... this great mystery that attracts and frightens blue ... and its feathered wings waves as they climb the cliffs ... white backs of the Angels.
01/11/2008
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