“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"
Wednesday, 29 August 2012
Miernes
Hoy pienso pasar el día bajo el brazo del Sargento Pimienta, y le prohíbo terminantemente a la vida darme cualquier tipo de sorpresa desagradable, so pena de grandes males. Dicho queda.
There´s no better way to waste your time. :)
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