A hint of Ireland


Am I stil in Brittany?
As I go down the street
It looks like Ireland to me
Good old memories
Dancing in my mind
Green valleys
Sheperd hills
Stone houses
With colourful eyes
Mystic fog and humid air
Redhead children playing outside
And sunny days sometimes
The pub around the corner
Is missing from the pictures
Was I dreaming?
Oh, so it is France indeed
I hoped it was Ireland instead
I shall drink a bitter cider
Wishing it was a Guinness pint.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz


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