IRELAND

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IRELAND

Pontevedra, a 19 de agosto de 2009.

The sound of a simple solitary word,

The name of the World Peace,

A little smell about happiness,

The sense of the signicant of different words,

Some languages of some World Countries.

The  result is always the same,

To be happy with yourself,

Because you have found the sense of all existence,

In this way you are happy with the other fellows,

You can shares you personal feelings,

You should respect the other thoughts,

Beause we are sharing the social life

For the good things and the suffeing

Of the hard sadness  broken heart.

Sometimes I prefer to cry because

I this way I have forgotten the pain

Of my closed  heart.

I prefer your smiling face,

I prefer your opened mouth,

But I never could undestand,

The false words, the usseless works.

I like the sound of the leaves of the trees,

I prefer the  great solar light,

I feel the cold rain in  winter,

I am very happy because I love

All the Great Sense of the Nature.

I love the Irish Literature,

Why not Oscar Wilde,

Why not Patrick Kavavagh.

I have the sensation

I am in Dublin

When I was reading Dubliners.

Ouh, Mr, Joyce you were  really a genius,

The hard times of that Ireland,

The Ille of the necesities,

The power of the Catholic Religion,

On the other hand the  different kind of thinking about

Another Nobel Prize,William Butller Yeats,

A closed Lady’s Gregory  friend,

The West Coast, of course,

The Galelic Language, why not,

The times of summers  at Aran Islands,

A Natural Paradise of the West Ireland.

The film Aran Man od Michael  Flaherty

Ouh Mr, Joyce sometimes happinnes

With the artist Sarah Bernacle,

Ant the travels of Sarah to Galway,

To visit her familly.

My memories about  The Emerald Ille.

Are inforguetable,

The green fields,

Loked acrooss the glasses of the Irish Train

The wonderful big trees,

The white or black sheeps,

The happy horses jumping the white fense,

The big cows, the  modern farms

A perfect Country

A pleasent people.

Ireland: you are marvellous.

Miguel  Dubois.

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