“But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.”
E. Hemingway.
"París era una fiesta"
Tuesday 17 April 2012
Lullaby
My honey, I know you belong to somebody new, but tonight you belong to me. Just to little old me.
Eddie Vedder y Cat Power. Can it get any better? Not for me.
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