I was thinking about all of you at sunset time.
With all my love, from Galicia, my Country, for all of you
Teachers and friends from Limerick. Limerick, was for me
A pleasant dream. Ii is a pleasure for me to write in
English, but if I could be written this poem in Gaelic,
Perhaps I could be living a fantastic world. I, always
Write in Galician Language. I love the imitated
Knowledge of the Gaelic Language. I love English, too.
Days go on quickly
Nor questions
Are sparkling
On the fresh air
Of a funny day.
My love
Is a sweet dream
Lost in the faraway time.
Words, without answers
Broken thoughts
Like broken screams
Little personal tragedies
All my live I could have been
A free language
Without sufferings
And painful feelings.
A word,
Only a single word
Is the Chief of the air?
Of the entire environment
And all kind of landscapes?
The freedom
Is knocking
At my nude black door.
I feel okay
Because I have known
My friend freedom.
Freedom is like
Cached
In a sail tensed
By the strength
Of the wild air.
My life entire
Is a floating thought
Like a seagull
Over the wild Ocean.
My entire life
Is a lost Island
In the middle
Of delicious desires
And forgotten hopes.
Miguel Dubois.
