“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"
Tuesday, 10 April 2012
La más bella a la luz de los monos
Es martes y llueve, una lluvia gris y helada que casi parece de otoño, y he querido ponerme el corazón a tono con Fantito, que sigue siendo mi héroe.
My Godness!! I´ll certainly have nightmares tonight!!!
ReplyDeleteCon Fantito? Te la cambio por un sueño con Abel Prieto!
ReplyDeleteNo thanx, you keep A.P., I already know I´ll dream ´bout something else tonight.
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