“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"
Tuesday, 2 October 2012
H es de Uh, Hu, Her
Tibio y húmedo como una mañana imaginada de otoño temprano, como el interior de los mitones que no usábamos entonces.
Qué lindo bichín!!
ReplyDeleteViste qué animalecos tan tiernos?
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