Poem: Silence after the song

thousand memories
launched on the ocean of your heart

you sense them sail,
etching on the surface, causing ripples

with no prediction
in which direction they will lead

all you know
there might be pain and sorrow uncovered

for the night
can bring light to your past

but in the end
there will be acceptance of all things

and undeniable comfort
of the way you feel your own skin

Poem: Love of thousands

Photo is from a calendar, I don't know the author.

the heart can stumble, fall, float or drown in silence

the mind flying behind it, tries to reason with it

offering compromises in last rational attempts

and then the echo of a storm is seen in the eyes

but dive far enough, there will be peace,

there will be love

you carry love of thousands inside you

all your ancestors fought against the odds

took chances, met coincidences, played with fate

engaged in the game of love, ignited fires

into new hearts, exchanged stardust on the fingertips

                with those they touched

they are long hidden in the corners of your cells

somehow they still live on inside your name

as you stand here now, lost in a small memory

of the journey behind how your heart started beating

what does it take for two souls to meet?

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It's not that this poem needs any additional explanation, but I just wanted to write down a few thoughts. For now I still work in gynecologist office, and pregnant women sometimes bring photos of their babies when they come for the post-partum visit. And we have walls covered with pictures of babies. And one morning I was watching these faces, all cute, new, innocent...and I thought of the long journey it took for them to be here now. The life stories of their parents, the love, the hope... And how sometimes I feel like an intruder, as we watch on ultrasound how their bodies develop; listening to the heartbeats of the unborn babies. Imagining what great odds and coincidences it took, for them to be here now, to get a chance of living. And all of this made me think...

Photo: August trips Italy-Slovenia

Ronchi dei Legionari, WWI memorial in Redipuglia

Here on monumental terraces are buried the remains of 100,187 fallen: 39,857 known and 60,330 unknown

Aquileia

Basilica of Aquileia, 1031, rebuilt in 1379

Castle Duino, Sistiana and Porto Piccolo

Castle Duino

Soča

Korita Mostnice

Waterfall Mostnica

Vogel

View of Lake Bohinj

Felt ice cold

And to end the day we went to Bled for kremšnite :P

Photo: Ireland

Ireland, always dreamed of visiting one day, and this year I finally did! 7 days, well 6 to be telling the truth (it took us one day to get to Dublin, felt like flying to the end of the world) and 1.500 photographs, 20 videos. The path we took was something like this: Venice-Frankfurt-London-Dublin, then Belfast, Derry, Donegal, Sligo, Westport, Galway, Aran Islands (Inishmore), Cliffs of Moher, Ring of Kerry, Killarney, Watervillage, Cork, Cahir, Cashel, Killkenny and back to Dublin airport. 7 different hotels, and only one of them had a ghost in the room ;) 35 people plus tour guide and a driver, a very pleasant bunch. As there is a lot of photographs, it took me some time to put something together, so here it is:

Since we missed two connected flights I had the opportunity of sitting by the window and viewing London as we landed (such a big city)

I loved that every night we spent in a different hotel. The hotel that impressed me the most was Jameson, but I don't remember in which town.

Molly Malone and a pub in Dublin, others are details from Belfast.

Belfast, the dock where Titanic and Olympic were made (when she left, she was fine). A very interesting walk.

Giant's Causeway, the audio guide you receive on entering here is really great.

Peace lines and monument for Bloody sunday

Mostly from Donegal.

Sligo, with W.B. Yeats grave

Carrowmore

Monument dedicated to Great Famine

Kylemore Abbey

On Inishmore, one of Aran Islands, we rented bikes and biked across it.

Worm Hole, one of the most amazing things we saw.

Cliffs of Moher

Bunratty Village

Bunratty Castle

On the way through Ring of Kerry we also had the opportunity of listening to Irish pipes.

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Lots of stories gather in such a short amount of time. It was worth it. And since I love music, here are a few Irish tunes as well:

Sláinte! ;)

Poem: Losing

another street

another chance

yet she runs away

'cause it's all she's ever known

all she's ever loved has perished

no safe ground to land on

and her wings flutter with madness

*

no matter how familiar a name can sound

no matter where home can be felt

it all disappears, even if guarded

the surface of our hearts torn

from all the shakes we let in

this man-made suffering

can make a stone of the heart

*

losing is a game of the wind

the speed at which it takes

the blows it leaves behind

the chills it sets down the skin

there are galaxies hidden in the stories we write

and some words too, may lose their meaning

but in doing so what do they gain?

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Yesterday I watched a movie called Short term 12; and since lately I've been feeling like I'm losing everything and everyone, this poem just poured out.