“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"


Monday 6 June 2011

Esto no es una elegía

Yo lo quiero así, imperfecto pero genial.

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1 comment:

  1. La Guardarraya de la Siberia6 June 2011 at 19:46

    Nosotros somos los últimos de los guanatabeyes, no te quepa duda.

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¡Habla, pueblo de Aura!

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