“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, 23 August 2012

Miaus

Me es difícil imaginar a estos gatos esperando bajo la lluvia a que una muchacha los llame venmisumisu, hablando en lengua de tejados a media noche o acelerando el pulso de la dueña con su lengua de lija fina. Son gatos-no. Quiero uno.

Feline Creature Sitting
Seth Fitts
Stoic Sentinel
Seth Fitts
Cat and Girl
Beatriz Martin Vidal

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2 comments:

  1. El Gato E-Steban23 August 2012 at 12:28

    Ese ¨Centinela Estoico¨ parece hecho para acompañar a Jack en una de esas Nightmares before Xmas...

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  2. La Guardarraya de la Siberia23 August 2012 at 14:02

    Y luego, incluso.

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