“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"
Del amor explicado
For sale: Baby shoes, never worn.
E. Hemingway
Muy triste...
ReplyDeleteMucho. Y genial también.
ReplyDeletecon eso ganó una apuesta, dicen.
ReplyDeletePapa sonaba a cualquiera, de puños y de pluma.
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