“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, 13 October 2010

De lluvias y cocinas

Con la lluvia a la vuelta de la esquina, nada mejor que un buen blues del delta. ¡Give us some sugar, baby!


  1. or this:



¡Habla, pueblo de Aura!