“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 10 February 2015
Tango para un martes
En el dialecto que amo, oscuro y húmedo, como manda el rey.
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