“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"
Friday 27 February 2015
Yo contigo nunca he sido tan gandío...
Del Atlántico me llega esta ricurancia, y con ella cierro la semana. No digo yo Leningrado, el vino, los quesos y la lluvia, hasta la caminata al patíbulo se goza de esta manera.
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