“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.”
"París era una fiesta"
Wednesday, 16 May 2012
El Rancho del Pájaro Amarillo
Que pueda el recuerdo de un cocodrilo tratando de vaciar el mar con un balde provocar tantas lágrimas, Dios de los pobres...