September 11, in Argentina, my country celebrates the Day of the Teacher
.
capitalized because I wrote it so sorry.
is one of my dear M.
is an important part of my life. MASTER
I'm still, as I am MOTHER, I'ma woman.
People with whom I shared the last years this day, he left and I expect more later.
I went to the hairdresser for my hair and my hands look festive.
I have a new jacket and trousers.
I gave the volumes of Mafalda are beginning to emerge.
may go for a walk, and release a coffee pledge with my treasured memories.
Yesterday I thought that many of my "boys" have been with their children in the act hastily, because it is one of those days very crazy and very beautiful, was made at the last minute.
really do not remember too Sarmiento, Argentina with that thing to "celebrate" the deaths. The why
day, for most, is the surprise to the lady, that it costs more each year.
3:50 a.m. They are sure some of my classmates from other years (I do not like the former), the morning shift, lark, I will wake up with a few hours of sleep, but it will be a great joy. When someone calls after all this time, there is a real feeling, that little bit of talk is a mime. Victoria
also spoiled me, gave me two small plants with flowers, knowing how much I love and how I feel on days like that.
If you think I'm crying, I have some tears in my eyes, my cheeks and a terrible knot in my throat. "If grief
? ... Is emotion is part of a past that is still present.
is life with smiles and tears.
With yesterday with today and tomorrow. In honor
Feripula's teacher today.
Thanks Patricia for so worthily represent.
In my other blogs, ANTOJOLÍA
artesanentejido2.blogspot.com
SUENTRETEJIDOS-ONLY FABRIC artesanaentejido3.blogspot.com
are the "Prayer of the Master" by Gabriela Mistral
and a tribute to the Teachers' Day.
are invited. A MISSES
all, a Requetefeliz Day!
Chau,
XOXO Susan
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