“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"


Thursday, 31 May 2012

Tonight Tonight

You, looking at me, looking at you...


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4 comments:

  1. El diario de Marianne31 May 2012 at 16:08

    Corra a ponerse pepinos en los ojos y luego bastante delineadOR ;-)

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  2. La Guardarraya de la Siberia31 May 2012 at 16:28

    Allá voy! ;)

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  3. El Gato E-Steban31 May 2012 at 18:36

    ...y de paso saque turno con el psiquiatra más a mano que tenga para cuando el Viejo Ozzy le haga la consabida pregunta: Are you fucking Crazy ???!!!

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  4. La Guardarraya de la Siberia1 June 2012 at 07:32

    "God bless you, motherfuckers!! I love you all!!"

    Yo, queriendo llevármelo a casa. Qué tipo querible, qué feliz me ha hecho!

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¡Habla, pueblo de Aura!

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