“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 20 September 2012

Mi reino por un bigote







1 comment:

  1. Faltan muchísimos bigotudos insignes. Zappa y Stalin para comenzar...

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