“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"


Sunday, 13 February 2011

Antídoto

Ahora mismo, en algún lugar de la islita que Democracia no conoce, hay una muchacha preparando un cocktail molotov de buen rock para exorcizar la melcocha de mañana. Contra una O'Riordan en su punto no hay Neruda que valga, qué caray. ¡Ni mil Nerudas!

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¡Habla, pueblo de Aura!

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