“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.”
"París era una fiesta"
Sunday, 3 April 2011
Domingo de niebla. Domingo burtoniano con nostalgia de crisantemos. Domingo de perros húmedos. And I am a rain dog too.