Friday 4 March 2016

Sweet Celtic

"I feel refreshed. Different. New.
Is it the air? Is it me? Is it you?
I think I know. Now I do.
Back to where I belong.
Or at least where my dreams do.

Sweet Celtic sound that bewitches
my heart, my soul, my life, my dreams.

Among all the things surrounding me,
you lead me and guide me towards you.
There: silver souls, smooth burblings, high lands.

Sweet Celtic sound that bewitches
my heart, my soul, my life, myself, me.

Land of Magic,
Land of Union,
Land of Silence,
Land of Inspiration,
Land of Coasts."

About it:

It is noticed the simplicity of this poem of mine.

Firstly, I do not own as much vocabulary as I wish I had (but time will say, I know it will).

Secondly, sometimes you have to turn to Simplicity if you want to obtain Complexity (at least that is what I think).

Anyway, it occurred to me because I tend to regret not doing things I actually love: such as listening to Celtic music like more oftenly, playing violin,... having fun without the ridiculous need to get drunk or to wear makeup and uncomfortable outfits.

And getting more serious, I certainly believe that there is a place out there for me. And I found it. I already did in the past, but tend to forget it or just ignore it. Not anymore. We have to learn to say "No" when something does not amuse us or is not as how we want it to be. Getting back to where I was, that place is Scotland and Ireland... those landscapes, that music, those colours, that weather. I would marry everything of every place mentioned. What is considered "bad" or "negative" turns out to be totally the opposite, to me, which might not be what the majority of people think, but whichever the case I am in, I take it. I take the place. I take the case.

Go raibh maith agat! /guh rev mah a-gut/ Thank you!