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DUBLIN – the travel.
I dream in another life the passing of the days, days than ever dwelt but I always feel good.
It was a sunny afternoon that beats its rays on O'Connell Bridge, I was sitting on a wooden bench looking the serene waters of the River Liffey that are cherished by the keel of a boat passenger. On the avenue, comes and goes without trouble or schedule, people in their walk are marking the shadow of the giant The Spire, with its needle touches the blue sky of green Ireland.
A song begins to awaken in the heart of Dublin, is the song "Cockles and Mussels" who sing the dozens of musicians and craftsmen who travel every inch of Grafton Street. Turn for a moment my eyes, and I see the bronze figure of Molly Malone at the end of the pedestrian accomplice beckons me and wanting me to have that song was born in his name and reputation.
The passing of the minutes and the birth of a new night, I found in the Temple Bar, old and traditional neighborhood of narrow cobbled streets, where the opening and closing doors give life to old pubs and restaurants.
On the outskirts of the Food Market, I see the sun peeking out from behind the dome of Trinity College Dublin, Protestant and Catholic college students are walking across campus toward the old library, back left the Guinness Storehouse.
Back in the House Number Twenty Nine, my steps are seen by the Custom House, why is that? if I'm no longer accountable? His figure persists in the River Liffey, with me, I get lost, awake.
Again I'm thinking in Dublin.
I want to sleep.