Lollipop lady aka crossing guard is one of those things I've discovered in this country. It has become so familiar to see her every single day that It's strange when she isn't. For example, this morning we haven't seen her and despite the flow of traffic is limited (Although it's supposed to be rush hour), she helps us alot to cross the road. I have no idea how she is called but all I can say is that she is very friendly and helpful, I suppose that it's part of her job. In any case, thank you for your service which can become very tough when the weather is bad and ugly, something quite common in here.
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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