“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"

Saturday, 23 June 2012

Three crooked hearts and swirls all around


  1. Yosef ben Malka21 July 2012 at 13:29

    ¡Muchacha! A'onde tu'ta metí'a?

  2. Estaba empapándome de pan y circo, sin pan.


¡Habla, pueblo de Aura!