“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"
Saturday, 21 May 2011
Si la lechuza no va a Mariana
...Mariana va a la lechuza y goza con esta guarachita que le enseño su papá. "No hables de tu marido mujeeeer, mujeeeer de malos sentimieeeeentos..."
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