“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"
Wednesday 27 May 2015
I see dumb people...
Maga, si esto no es una versión de nuestras conversaciones, yo no sé qué te diga. Presta atención al detalle de el iPhone en su bolsillito, colgado del cinto: me corren lágrimas de risa.
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