solas

yes, solas, the irish word for "lights". cause it was a journey of light, as written on the ticket
for the festival in Cork.

lights of Eire.
great green country, with a green that is different, with the pubs and the beer that are
different, with the Guinness, dark and so good, where they have dinner at 5pm, they go to the pub, where at 12,30 the light is switched off: "it's time, gents!", the irish sky is moving, always, and it has a light
which goes from blue to gray..to red...wonderful.

lights on Eire.
the "banjo twins", tipical irish pub-singers, and all the families that I'm sure I met
in some Walt Disney's movie, the country where you don't have a "personal hairdresser", as in Italy we have, so there are no "Emiliano" or "Rossano"...only "the barber's shop". written on the road "look left, look right"...is for tourists who don't remember the right-driving cars? thank you very much...I saw a child driving, no, he was the passenger!

* to see the real image, please turn upside down your screen :-)

lights from Ireland.
I saw a special light, during this journey, and it was coming from the eyes of people I met. I met american,
irish, thai, italian people...and all of them have a particular light: they are there because they want to use their brain, I think they have a target, I'm sure they are cool.
So thanx to Matt, canad-american ;-), to Sarah, 101% Irish (but also french), to Why (1000% thai),
to Lauren (Yankee from NY), to Pierpaolo, Alberto, Ilaria and Beatrice, proud italians!
And an enormous grazie to Mino...I thank you for this experience, maybe something is born...


PS: questo post è stato scritto in inglese per promessa fatta a Mino, e per essere letto dai "lontani" ;-)