“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, 27 November 2012

My name is Might-have-been

Las palabras de hoy son embalsamador, pellejo, sumiso, vesania, sierpe y ventolera, en este orden por ser martes.

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