“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"
Me quedo con ella.....
ReplyDeletePor supuesto, querida! :)
ReplyDeleteAnd in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make...
ReplyDeleteAnd even the one you never get to.
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