Irish Sea

Isn't it curious how the most remarkable corners of a city, those which after three years you claim ownership upon, can awake such contradictory feelings? Sitting, this time alone, on this cold green bench, today it is me who contemplates  the majesty of this sea. Lost in memories, I can't help to wonder what its waters remembers of everything they have been witnesses to. You were staring at us from a courageous and unusual close distance that night. The night when it all had started. The sound of your strong waves stroking the rocks was for us the soundtrack of a magical beginning. You brought the silver reflection of the moon and made me belief I was capable of reach it. How naïve... Did you know then that you would be made participant of the end as well? Astute enough, this time you preferred to keep your distance. You decided to leave space for empty conversations. Conversations filled with long silences. Life in circles. The circle of life. And, at its heart, the constant changeable cold waters of the Irish Sea.