“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"


Saturday, 16 October 2010

Divino

Y al fin, cuando todo lo cepillable ha sido cepillado, todo lo rasurable rasurado, todo lo frotable frotado y todo lo embadurnable embadurnado, siente una con más fuerza la presencia divina.
(Teología de mini spa de fin de semana)


Foto:  Dominique Ingres
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3 comments:

¡Habla, pueblo de Aura!

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