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"Watch out for the girl, she's a criss-cross."

crossing   / ˈkrɒsɪŋ / n the place where one thing crosses another a place, often shown by markings, lights, or poles, where a street, railway, etc, may be crossed the act or process of crossbreeding Crossing into a new year,  crossing borders, crossing from winter to spring in one day (thanks for the invention of the plane), crossing into a new life, from the heart of Europe to Iberia, and finally, crossing the bridge of Isabel II, from Sevilla to Triana. I landed on time on the 31st, just on time to drop my luggage, run through deserted Sevillian streets, to hug my friends and stuff my mouth with the twelve grapes of luck as the clock struck midnight. When I crossed the bridge to settle in Triana, it felt like coming home. It is good to come back, to repeat naturally some daily habits one used to cherish, find the same smiling faces, be received as a homie. Triana the beautiful will never bore me.. as long as I keep on coming and going. I could cross...