Tá mo chroí seasc
gan deoir.
Níl caointeoir orm.
Níor fhoghlaim,
ach níl fhaghaim aon run i mo dhíaidh.
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Tá mo chroí seasc
gan deoir.
Níl caointeoir orm.
Níor fhoghlaim,
ach níl fhaghaim aon run i mo dhíaidh.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
dán dar teideal: Tá sé iontach.
benji, stop doubting yourself..what you feel is what is
Well. You’ve lost me. It’s (completely) official.
Eh?
It’s irish.
It means roughly:
“My heart is dry
without tears.
I am no cryer.
I haven’t learned
but I don’t know anything else.”
Also, it’s in pretty crummy Irish.
I associate Irish with ugliness.
I don’t know why.
I don’t believe I’ve ever heard Irish spoken, to be honest. I’ve certainly never seen it written out.
Well perhaps some time I’ll treat you to it.
I can’t promise you’ll like it.
But we did a really good Irish poem today
about dying in a storm with ‘screams of screams’.
And he describes the storm as a madman.
It was pretty nice.
It’s called “Oiche Nollaig na mBan” – Women’s Christmas.