“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, 27 September 2012


Hace unos días veía esto


y recordaba esto

Animal singular. Armand Rassenfosse 1893

Menos el morbo, claro.

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