“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"

Friday, 12 October 2012

Ten steps behind me with your dustpan and broom

El audio no es perfecto, pero yo para qué quiero un Nicolasito sin faltas.

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