“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, 15 October 2010
Steve the Cat
Mariana lleva la mañana entera quejándose de que hace un millón de años que no lo escucha.
So there.
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