Suzanne Vega's songs are born from an image: that hypnotizes his passionate eye , to conjure up a melody, which gradually turns into a story in verse, never before told. I thought as I climbed on my plane to Dublin.
A man, short and robust, simple dresses, carved features, blue eyes and smiling. A bald head and out of proportion (it was a reminder?), The wife reminds me of a steamed cauliflower with glasses. He was the ba Mbini of many photographs, pink face, blue eyes and blue and green background, she definitely had freckles. I appeared calm .
The commander tells us that Sarah (Sc iérah ), Emma and Deirdre are hostess , that our older sisters: this will take care of our whims with a firm hand. For this is neither handsome nor elderly. Aerlingus is green as an Irish family. Once in Dublin, greet us and run away from their siblings. Yesterday, the crisis has hit hard, the store empty says they are restoring, and closing .
I hit 
young girls: the time of ' Ultimate Irish Dance Style Must be that the puffball skirts and accessories related to the theme of traditional dances. There is a clear fashion, but none of them is dressed the same way ... each (Each One ) will always have something different, a special guessed the skirt in a scarf in his shoes in cutting hair, making it different from the others ( Every one ). And rarely with bad taste. The nice lady who sells its articles of tweed, I announced that the patchwork of Donegal in their hats are hand-made: no one has the same color scheme. It's our way of being insular, traditional and creative. The colors change when you change the sun or the clouds. A little 'as the paradoxes of Beckett, the contrasts of Joice. Oscar Wilde cleverly photographed them in his brilliant aphorisms.
Now the books are real paper, booksellers competent, customers know the classics, can read and teach it to children. What's your name /, asks a lady to the cashier. Thank you, Irma . Here, the libraries, he says Bernice Brannigan, never closes. In fact, those "true", needless to say, are green inside and out. 
And this away, if not those, least anxiety.
Sinead knows that time passes, that child is the grandfather who was wise, you are mistaken who think the opposite: everyone, one day, children will be back in Cork and Galway, and from there reach Patrick and Columba. For the moment, exchange confidences ( Fimmina ccu Fimmina ) and silences ( mascula ccu mascula ), at seven in the evening on the way home for dinner. The time of Guinness in party snaps later. In more than one occasion, I meet a girl walking alone, and puts a smile on his own (one Nassau St. the morning, the other Drury. One even jumps on the street, good for twenty meters. Information to ask a passer-by. Thanks! The answer unusual and No way! Oh, so to speak Irish? "I ask. No, "my way of saying"
I also tried this one day sang heroically Benigni. The guide of the Touring is explicit about the difficulty of finding bathrooms in Dublin. In extremis I can refute the argument on the fifth floor of the glorious department at Berkeley who was at Trinity College. Once inside the tomb ennobled by prosaic words Gents, the manifesto of a hotline para me before: any problem, big or small, they risoveranno me the service is anonymous, free, efficient and carried out by friendly volunteers. Blessed island, I laugh to myself: maybe I really think the right image: we'll see.
Good Night and Good Luck
Marco
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