lunes, 23 de julio de 2012

When I woke up this morning I have felt confused for a few seconds. In the darkness of my bedroom I was still thinking that I was sleeping in Shanowen Road. After I realized my error, something has turned inside me and now I feel restless, nostalgic, like in an eternal wait.

I could get obsessed with the idea of keeping these days fresh in my mind and not to let them go. But I don’t want that. What I want is to live with all these moments like one more stone on my way. Glad to have lived these days. To have had them. Because I’m not the same girl who arrived Ireland alone almost a month ago anymore. All of you have changed me. You and the hours in Dorset, in Temple Bar, in Gabriel’s house and, of course, the hours travelling around that green and grey island. Always magical.

2 comentarios:

ViioLe dijo...

al leer tus últimos post no puedo evitar recordar las maravillosas semanas que pasé en esa "green and grey island" el verano pasado. Me alegro de que hayas podido disfrutarla tanto como lo hice yo
y mis ganas de verte y que me lo cuentes todo van en aumento!!

Soñadora Empedernida dijo...

Y las mías de verte y contártelo :)