"Proud to be Irish", suvenir luat cu gandul la Pisoi.
In Dublin locuiesc 1 milion de persoane din cele 4,5 miloane cat este populatia Irlandei. Nu e de mirare deci ca blocurile moderne sunt greu de gasit daca nu imposibil. Majoritatea localnicilor traiesc in niste case frumoase care de regula au o mica gradina in fata si una mai mare in spate.
Priveliste de la geamul unde am stat la niste prieteni in Dublin
Am vizitat dupa cum urmeaza:
"Lady Writing a Letter With Her Maid" de Johannes Vermeer
"The Taking of Christ" de Caravaggio
by William Butler Yeats
His chosen comrades thought at school
He must grow a famous man;
He thought the same and lived by rule,
All his twenties crammed with toil;
'What then?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?'
Everything he wrote was read,
After certain years he won
Sufficient money for his need,
Friends that have been friends indeed;
'What then?' sang Plato's ghost. ' What then?'
All his happier dreams came true -
A small old house, wife, daughter, son,
Grounds where plum and cabbage grew,
poets and Wits about him drew;
'What then.?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?'
The work is done,' grown old he thought,
'According to my boyish plan;
Let the fools rage, I swerved in naught,
Something to perfection brought';
But louder sang that ghost, 'What then?'
O melodie la moda in Irlanda:
"Galway Girl" de Sharon Shannon
Mai multe poze maine... Noapte buna! :)