“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"


Monday 24 September 2012

M de más

Y le he dicho a Mariana que no me gustan los zapatos ni la boca entreabierta, pero me ha mirado de malos modos, y yo sé cuando me conviene callarme.



2 comments:

¡Habla, pueblo de Aura!