I love language,
The complexity expressed,
but sometimes,
A look can say it the best.
“A shared nod between 2 friends can say,
I’m with you forever, to my last day.”
It can also mean,“hey. what’s up? we cool?””
Or, “no way I’m talking to you, ya fool!”
So, yeah, I’d say language is helpful,
A connecting tool,
To say things like,
“Für immer, y siempre, táim leat, ya fool.”
(Forever and always, I’m with you, ya fool).
Ich habe in den letzten zwei Jahren ein paar Fotos gemacht.
Grüne Bäume, kristallklare blaue Seen,
Überfüllte Straßen und Leere Strassen.
Meine Füße haben viele Länder bereist,
Wir sind wirklich eins in einer Million,
ein Tropfen in einem Teich.
Bíonn daoine níos fearr i gcónaí,
nuair nach bhfuil aithne agat orthu.
Déanann na Gearmánaigh gáire,
Nach bhfuil gach Meiriceánaigh saille,
Tá brón an domhain ar na hÉireannaigh freisin.
Se que nunca he vivido allí, pero el español ha sido mi favorito para hablar,
Es un baile,
Mujeres de cabello oscuro con faldas rojas,
Un toro - ¡Olé!
Tapas a la nueve,
Muchas gracias y buenos noches.
Language, it connects us all.
Another way to be known,
Another way to be understood,
Beyond our own.
There’s nothing quite like it,
Hearing your other tongue,
In a country full of strangers,
Where all language is one.
Your head perks up, a twinkle in your eye,
When you hear another speaker pass you by.
“Morgen! Wie gehts? Woher kommen Sie?”
They spin around, delighted, to talk to me.
Just a small exchange, a brief camaraderie,
A taste of home from a complete stranger, you see.
What joy expressed, words can’t contain,
A sliver of hope among all the pain.
That longing that’s masked by frivolous desires,
Like Milka and Guiness and irrelevant Spires.
6 years I haven’t been able to say,
“Come to my home, visit, and stay.”
In the last two years I have taken some
photos.
Green trees, crystal clear, blue lakes,
Overcrowded streets and empty streets
My feet have traveled many countries
We truly are one in a million,
A drop in a pond.
People are always better,
where you don’t know them.
The Germans do laugh,
not all Americans are fat.
Sadness overwhelms the Irish too.
I know I have never lived there, but Spanish has been my favourite language to speak,
It is a dance,
Dark-haired women in red skirts,
A bull - ¡Olé!
Tapas at nine,
Many thanks, and good night.
I’m not looking for pity,
or some sort of grief.
Just contemplating what,
in my life’s been chief.