En el corazón del Connemara

Dos horas y media en avión hasta Dublin. Otras tantas en tren hasta Galway. Otras más en coche hasta el corazón del Connemara. Allí ya puedes soñar.

Fotografía original de Ana Poveda Ribes, 2012.

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
and a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
and live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
there midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
and evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
while I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

(Lake Isle of Innisfree, William Butler Yeats, 1890)