“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, 15 September 2012
Out of the blue
Plantado delante de mi, ladeando la cabeza como para apreciar mejor. "Hoy no", digo, y cierro las piernas. Trato de explicar, pero sé que no le gusta Dylan. Dejo que se vaya sin mirarme.
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