via Kenmare, Caha Pass, to a parking near Glengariff

today from high noon sun.

was a bit 'drugged'.
looked for one hour for the measuring device for the filling of my gas bottles: it was in my fcn pocket!

Kenmare is nice..

and what i enjoy on this journey is that most times i don't know how the day will end nor where i will be.

and i see this is what spoilt me and the way to love: to know that
all evenings and nights end alone.
to know in the morning. to know before.

from Dingle to Clogher Head to Caherdaniel, Ring of Kerry

only a poem, maybe

nothing will save me

nothing has changed,

my love busy with herself,

a game she knows

and feeds, far out

within the protection

of her rules, a balloon

of pureness in her

journey from death to death

me better to be alone,

walk through the fog,

find food and scents

and colours to lead

out of sadness, a 

travel in beauty, in

a space beyond pain,

and always the sea

taking me out and out

as much as inside

with this limitless horizon

fusion of longing and freedom

and me, this finally too,

beyond the gate,

the slow release 

of self. 

now, now, i found

a present to send

to this fenced heart

where mine is 

and is and is

and out of bonds.

welcome fog, your 

grace and veils.

to Dingle

From Doolin, Castle Point,Loop Head by ferry to Tralee