“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, 16 December 2010
Para Doja
Desde que soy buena escritora por éste blog no pasa ni el gato. Sweet bird of paradox...
grrrr!!!
ReplyDelete¡Válgame el cielo, visitantes en este desierto páramo!
ReplyDeleteEs el frío!
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