My heart absorbs me more and more; My world of friendship narrows in.
The new I hardly care to win;
The old are fewer than of yore.
For never one have I forgot;
Their voices in my heart I hear;
I am myself their souvenir
- Walter Wingate -

A un passo dal possibile
Just a pace from what's possible
A un passo da te
Just a pace from you
Paura di decidere
Fear to decide
Paura di me
Fear of myself
Di tutto quello che non so
Of everything I don't know
Di tutto quello che non ho
Of everything I don't have
Eppure sentire
Nevertheless, feeling
Nei fiori tra l'asfalto
In the flowers over the pave
Nei cieli di cobalto
In those cobalt blue skies
C'è...





And so to answer my questions; yes, the Irish drink as much as they say they do - our taxi driver from the airport has the brogue, everyone else was understandable and I turned green with all the guiness in me.










