“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, 18 October 2012
Tonight tonight
Sí, lo he puesto antes acá, pero lo vuelvo a poner porque hay un gato, porque llueve, porque los árboles se han quedado sin hojas y porque me ilusiona imaginar que le hago la segunda voz al Eddie. So there.
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