“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"
Friday, 15 June 2012
Ailesdos
Según María Luisa, la inestabilidad de su vuelo se debía a las constantes jaquecas, que la debilitaban. Oliverio, en cambio, estaba seguro de que era por causa del consumo ilimitado de huevos de cuervos, que últimamente la obsesionaban.
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