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| On the other side I had seen a little girl, her right hand holding a man's left, leading him towards the night, her voice being his eyes. The sun is red, she said, and soon she will dive into the glistening sea. |
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Having eyes only for the man at her side she had not taken notice of me, and still I felt like an intruder. Suddenly I sensed myself walking away, and only the sun could see my eyes burning with sorrow and joy. |
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| Could you see through walls, there's a girl holding a man's hand her voice being his eyes. © 2009 Sean Jeating |
Quite reflective. And from 16 years ago.
ReplyDeleteThe photos are even from 40 years ago. ;-)
DeleteIs that you and your daughter?
DeleteAh, no, Mark. I think the girl's the blind man's daughter, helping him down the steps to where at the wall her mother is waiting.
DeleteI thought I was completely alone that evening at the Cliffs of Moher, until I witnessed this moving scene.
of course, very affecting. Nice poetic touch👏
DeleteThank you, Mark.
DeleteUna prosa poètica i exquisida per unes fotos precioses.
ReplyDeleteEnhorabona!
Petonets, Sean.
Gràcies, Paula.
DeletePetonets.
What a beautiful story, and a bit sad.
ReplyDeleteThe silence of sunset at the highest point of the cliffs, and suddenly just these three people and, a hundred metres away, me.
DeleteUnforgettable, even after 40 years.
La seva veu seria la teva poesia, els seus ulls la imatge que l'inspira.
ReplyDeleteA lovely thought, Helena. Thank you.
DeleteÉs un text preciós, ple de poesia!
ReplyDeleteVal la pena haver recuperat les imatges i el text, per a nosaltres. Gràcies, Sean!
Abraçades.
Thank you, dear Carme.
DeleteYesterday evening, I stumbled across these photos in my ‘Irish’ archive and thought that, even 16 years later, it would be worth showing them again.
Abraçades!
An amazing story and a beautiful memory!
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear Bill.
DeleteBack then, there was no visitor centre, neither here nor in Newgrange nor anywhere else. But during my journey through all 32 counties, I also saw a lot of poverty. Fortunately, things for many people have changed for the better... but a few other things have gone wrong. The price of supposed prosperity and the desire for more and more.
Hi Sean - your last comment to Bill made so much sense ... many countries with lots of poverty ... perhaps more today for many in the so-called wealthier world; lovely memories though ... and it looks like you visited at the best time ... ie not today - too many people. Cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteThese three months count definitely among the most rewarding, fulfilling and moulding of my life, Hilary.
DeleteBut even back then, certain tourists were not particularly welcome.
As one landlady told me: “I don't like Americans, but I like their money.”
And in a pub in Haverford West, one guest wore a badge that read: “I am no tourist. I live here.” ;-)
Such a touching and beautiful written observation, Sean. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteAh, Linda! Thank you, my dear. I hope life is treating you kindly.
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