Fáilte go Conamara!
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The light of a constantly variable sky, dragging in its moodiness green hills, golden beaches, turquoise waves, silvery lakes and streams ..... -
The musicality of two old fishermen comparing small yet big facts of the day in a language which is a bridge between the past and the future ... -
The wind pushing rusty sails in a brave confrontation with the bursting force of the sea ... -
A flock of lambs playing in an endless cycle of runs and sudden stops, lightened by the rays of a crimson and leaden sunset ... -
The mist cloaking the island in a shroud of mystery and magic... -
The cosy scent of burning turf spreading in the air, thick with music and nostalgic memories ..... -
Emotions. Sensations. Connemara
