“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"
Thursday, 18 August 2011
Enterrador, no la llores
Ya que puse una del Nico lo justo es que cierre con algo de la Vera, que tenía más duende que un día de pago. Allá va eso
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