“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"
Thursday 12 January 2017
Morenerías de luna llena
...porque si una sabe que en la melena trigueña le caben estos mundos, la cosa cambia.
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