Ireland in my heart
There are places we do not visit. We remember them.
Stories, poems and fragments born from the wind, memory and that strange feeling of recognising a land before you have even come to know it.
Ireland, told
One landTold in three languagesthrough endless stories
This is a literary place devoted to Ireland, both real and imagined: to its coasts, its voices and the stories that time cannot carry away.
Éire i mo chroí is told in Irish, English and Italian. Every page — not only stories and poems — has a complete version in each language.
From the archive
Stories carried by the wind
Sounds of Autumn
Wind, rain and amber leaves compose a song that leads the heart back home.
Read the poemWhere the Hills Remember
Among heather, stone and mist, the hills keep invisible paths and voices that time has not erased.
Read the poemWhere the Sky Passes.
Rain, wind and cliffs teach that no storm lasts forever and that light always finds an opening.
Read the poemAn áit a bhfanann na scéalta.
“Stories remain wherever the heart recognises them.”
A literary project by Taylor Nivienne.