Tale included in the collection " Ireland in 2010 Heart"
The girl's brother took her hand and ran out of the house, crossed the garden and the grass cured before crossing the white painted gate they heard the voice the mother to recommend them to be careful.
"Okay." He said, and confirmed with the head.
look right, then left as he repeated his father for four days, the road was deserted. Luca
dragged through a field of soft grass, a bright green light, just blowing in the wind.
"Now, come on!"
He felt his legs numb from driving. They left early that day and had visited Bantry and Killarney and other towns that do not remember the name. Dingle was the perfect place to spend the night. They had stopped in front of a sign "B & B" wood, painted red and white, which reproduced the house with a garden of infinite corner cut in half from the road. The lady was
a middle-aged woman, her cheeks plump and soft, like all of his body, hidden beneath a lilac dress with flowers printed on the sleeves.
had launched a cry of joy to hear where they came.
"AH! Rome, Florence, Venesia! Very Belissimo, "and he hugged the two children.
Sofia had been sitting on the couch made to listen to parents tell of travel and Varese, their city.
When their visitor had left for a moment, he asked his mother if he could go out on the beach. It was pulled behind his brother and now running without taking the hand of Luke.
"Sofia, you make me fall. Go slower! "
She stopped, and crossed legs, threw himself on the grass just moist.
"I feel the scent on the wind?"
"Yes. Smell of salt and freshly cut grass, rain on the asphalt hot. There are some sheep somewhere? "
" From there, beyond the fence. They paint on your side, how strange. Let's go! "
front of a stone wall and stone helped him get into balance at the top and put his hands on the camera.
"Sophia, how do I?"
"Do not be picky. Do not worry, I'll keep you. You aim and shoot. You have in front of the ocean and a language of the hill over there. Focused and attentive to the seagulls. I want one in the picture. "
Luke pressed the button twice, with a steady hand and blind faith in the optimism of his sister. As always.
"I want to hear about the ocean." Churches and Sofia did not need repeating. They left their shoes in a corner and walked toward the beach. The sand was soft and wet and their feet sank down to her ankles. Their fingerprints were erased immediately by the wind that shapes the shore.
wave came suddenly and the two boys laughed as it was cold. Luke put his hands on the ground and waited for a new wave.
"It's not like the sea in summer." He said simply, "Even the smell of salt air is different. It is a mixture of water and rain. Also the noise are not those of the beaches in August. There is a beautiful silence. "Sofia
closed his eyes and concentrated on the one told by Luke.
"You're right."
"Do you remember the verse of that song? "The Irish sky moves with you." I always wondered if it does. "
Sofia looked at his brother and felt a sense of sweetness.
Even without sight, he waded through the eyes of the imagination.
When moving in the car with Luke remained glued to the front window and listened attentively Sofia, who described the surrounding landscape: the narrow streets, paved and those jokes are the ones with lazy sheep who raised their heads as they pass, without stopping to ruminate. The sun was hidden behind low clouds and gray, and everything around it was dark. The sudden downpour of rain and the rainbow that looked again welcome back the sun and the light and the meadows, the sky, the houses, everything regained a new color, more vivid and brilliant. The cathedrals lonely without roofs, burned or collapsed, with only the walls of square stones clear, abandoned to tourists and ivy. Cemeteries wrapped in mist, the great Celtic crosses faded from the written and erased by the wind.
In this way, in his mind, Luke could see every corner of Ireland.
and gasps with the absurd desire of not wanting to go home. He felt the
Sofia's hand touch him.
"Yes, Luke. The clouds chase each other, leaving large areas of blue. It seems to be in it, and rotate with them, get carried away, light. "
The boy hugged his sister and whispered a thank you in a low voice.
"What?"
"You're my eyes, you know. This holiday would be meaningless without you. "
Sofia felt a lump in my throat and turned his head. Although Luke did not see you would notice the small tear peeping.
"Nice story." I say and I get up from his chair to do flowers drop crumbs of apple pie that I have offered my guests along with tea and smile. "Now if I want excuse, and I think I'll go to sleep. "
" Sure. In-room magazines and find a guide to consult, if necessary. "
The old guide me to the room, while that at first I thought his wife and arranges cups and dishes in the kitchen door.
Grab the handle without hesitation to sit down and nods.
"Here. The breakfast will be ready after 8.00. Good night. "
" Thanks. "
before it disappears over the hall call him.
"Excuse me. I ask you a question? It has no nostalgia for Italy? "
Luke smiles, and I imagine your eyes do the same behind-the-dark lenses.
"Why?" He says. It leaves me to
reaches his sister.
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