Que los vientos te empujen siempre hacia delante y el sol te de en la cara. Y los vientos del destino te hagan volar para, asÃ, poder bailar con las estrellas.
Inglaterra huele a mar salada caracolas que guardan el eco de tierra mojada... Inglaterra huele al humo ondeante de las chimeneas.
“I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my dreams.” D.H. Lawrence
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself, flat on my face,
I pick myself up and get back in the race.
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