“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, 17 April 2012


My honey, I know
you belong
to somebody new,
but tonight
you belong to me.
Just to little old me.

Eddie Vedder y Cat Power. Can it get any better? Not for me.

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