“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"
A story, while Tom waits
Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree.
And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would
look at the crooked tree and he would say, “You’re crooked. You’ve
always been crooked and you’ll continue to be crooked. But look at me!
Look at me!” said the straight tree. He said, “I’m tall and I’m
straight.” And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and
looked around, and the manager in charge said, “Cut all the straight
trees.” And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong
and growing strange.
–Tom Waits, in Wristcutters: A Love Story
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