“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.

3 comments:

  1. Jack Skellington10 April 2012 at 18:01

    My Godness!! I´ll certainly have nightmares tonight!!!

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  2. Con Fantito? Te la cambio por un sueño con Abel Prieto!

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    1. Jack Skellington10 April 2012 at 23:12

      No thanx, you keep A.P., I already know I´ll dream ´bout something else tonight.

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