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Inishmore

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

Dungeon And Dragons Maps

WAITING ROOM

There are places to go just happy because you find yourself alone with his usual worm that gnaws and that there can not match with no distractions. At first look at all the posters stuck with the more interest you can find in you, then read all the names on doors, opening hours and closures, phone numbers, so close to browse magazines decreeing that the printed paper is a real piece of crap, and finally we find you falling back on doing what others will point out for years: to stare at people, watching their movements, expressions, just to understand who I am ... But sometimes

something unexpected happens and it is at this point that those anonymous places you show special alchemy. So two women start to talk and you listen to them, do not steal anything, not listen ... because replacing the names of those players could be your story.

A says to B: "I think the problem is my B, and if people can not stay with me, in fact. And what's worse is that I do not know what I am wrong. It seems to me to give my all, to be honest, to pretend to be desired but in the end is really what I do not? Yet I have something wrong, I may have a way of doing that scares. Maybe I think to be reassuring and instead destabilized. Perhaps others can feel my vein crowds more than I can myself .... "

And so with these menate A continues his monologue for a while ', and meanwhile in my head took turns a I have it I have it ... I miss

After venting her friend, B responds with a few but comprehensive words: "A, you can not look for eagles in the waves of the sea!"

"What?" A

ago

"I say that if you are looking for an eagle, we admit that it is, you have to look in the right place. Needless to scramble to find her on a beach, swim for miles in defiance of storms. Each time, exhausted, you seem to have found it, instead of scales, see the gifts of gold feathers and fins of your eyes are beautiful wings. Early on that being your tiredness mythological cradle you for a while 'as long dreamed. But then finally opening his eyes, you realize that you're not flying over the peaks of the world but you are the waves of the ocean. It is not because you're wrong either. He is a beautiful dolphin and an eagle that you thought you wanted it to be so much that you almost drowned thinking you can breathe deeply ...
A! Just play blind man's buff, feelings and energy investing bulk and blindfolded. You have to focus on a real target: what you really want from you and for you. Once you understand this you have to look in the right places and manner, although this will mean waiting time and remain alone to lick his wounds as the world continues to spin! "

At this point I did not hear the replication of A ... I had only that speech about eagles and dolphins.
And that waiting room had become suddenly giant huge ... like life. The people you meet and bring outside experiences into your everyday life, which is also theirs. We realize that we are all desperate for a change, we try to bulk, blindfolded by desire to love and be loved, willing to sacrifice this for your happiness that we seek. Our existence is a waiting room ... or a waiting room : we are seeing each other, we touch ignoring what our actions may interfere with the lives of others, waiting for something that changes, expect answers and people, emotions, return, come ... always expect our turn.

26/09/2008

What Can Replace Dashi Broth

Anniversaries ... anniversaries have a magical, special day of the year are as of stargates transform the ordinary 24 hours in stardust, memories in reality. Are the days of relativity: space and time are mixed, past and present play hide and seek, dancing like elves and fairies in the forest of ideas. All lived in the 365-year-old days back extraordinarily timely and you can live again, just thinking.

There are "birthday" beautiful, happy, romantic, full of passion, while others made of pain, anger, sadness ... Behold, the former tend to escape, but the latter will attach themselves to windy start lining the walls of heart, then spread out under your skin - cm / cm -, then wedged into the nerve endings and travel knitted jersey fabric all your senses to the brain and as a great box holds everything, in fact, is more painful than when holding it.

Then there are the anniversaries that you wait for a year, sure they will be the first case, and instead just the day before, like black matryoshkas, you open the boxes and all that woo-doo when you believed turns as in a vision of opium. The colors are somber, but the spectral contours remain inexplicably sharp, too much to be just a bad dream. These are the features of a reality that abhors but that is yours. Everything you've chased him into another dimension in your swoops and stabs you without mercy, and as a San Sebastian remains nailed to the stake of your naivety. The same as you it was mistaken for fireflies lanterns, and a wonderful man worse than many others. And as Dorian Gray, the angel of light outfit is not that the king of pain.

It remains only to celebrate with your disappointment with the meeting who had no mercy and has treated you like that in office, and spoke of little love would never forget, when just before and just after you touched, kissed, and flooded with pleasure another woman. Any, just like you. The same is then said to have transformed his little love in a great feeling and I was crowned with lies and deception transformed the faded red of the passion of nell'arancione nonsense, lie in the green, in the yellow of bitterness, nell'indaco of sadness, tears of purple, blue in oblivion ... and lame that rainbow of red you've been through, hopping, day of the year just past, oblivious to the fact that by 'other end there would have been the pot of gold but the lake of disappointment.

04/08/2008