“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, 10 April 2011
Coffee and tea, my dear
Esta va para Mariana, dominguera y medio alien, mariposa en el reino del Ivierno.