Keelan, he whispers into the world like a sea-wind skimming both Galway’s indigo coves and, in some sun-drenched reverie, the lemon-scented terraces of the Italian Riviera, for his root is resolutely Gaelic—an Anglicized form of Caolán, “the slender, the fair one”—yet his mood carries the lyrical ease of un espresso sipped al fresco. In his syllables one hears the lilting pipes of ancient saints, the quick laughter of modern playgrounds, and a gentle promise of balance: never too rare to feel exotic, never too common to lose its sparkle, as decades of steady but unhurried American popularity attest. Keelan wears well on a child who might someday pilot sailboats, paint frescoes, or simply charm Nonna with a crooked grin; he is at once a reed-thin flute solo and a hearty slice of tiramisu, lighthearted yet soulful, slender by meaning yet rich by association.
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