“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, 22 September 2012

Little piece of my (soviet) heart

Me recuerda tanto al pobre y feo muñeco que perdió la carrera...Creo que me he enamorado.

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