Δευτέρα 31 Μαρτίου 2014

Κυριακή 30 Μαρτίου 2014

Coslorgaí

Tá daoine a shiúlann ináe saolta agus shiúlann amach astu go luath
Tá daoine a fhanann ar feadh tamaill
Agus fágann siad rianta a gcos ar àr gcroíthe
Agus casann ár n-anamacha port nua go deo deo.




Why





Forlorn

Go for a walk, babe
I'll wait here, singing sad songs
promise you'll come back.





Discombobulated

Focusing on anything seems borderline impossible
when every one of my thoughts
can somehow be linked to you.



Why do I over-think so much?



Κυριακή 23 Μαρτίου 2014

Féileacán


Perhaps it's rather foolish of me,
chasing after butterflies like you.
For a butterfly cannot be tamed;
it cannot provide me with shelter
nor can it caress my skin.
No.
A butterfly is simply meant for what it is:
a multicoloured insignia of a fleeting and alluring infatuation.


Silence


"Nothing haunts us like the things we don't say."
said Mitch Albom.
But he did not mention
the horror
of the things we wish but do not hear.