“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, 30 November 2012

Tiptoeing through the winter

Muy fuerte no será, pero lo que es pisar, pisan.


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6 comments:

  1. Jose Angel30 November 2012 at 09:20

    Me gusta

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  2. Ophelia Photography30 November 2012 at 12:23

    Son lindos, suaves al tacto y se dejan masajear ;)

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    1. La Guardarraya de la Siberia30 November 2012 at 20:06

      ¡Y están más listos que un huevo para tus manos, linda!

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  3. Anonymous4 December 2012 at 15:05

    No me gustan

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  4. La Guardarraya de la Siberia4 December 2012 at 18:00

    Vaya por Dios. Y yo que llevo tanto tiempo buscando la excusa perfecta para suicidarme...

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    1. Unknown9 October 2013 at 22:15

      sacarsm is your middle name, isn't? me encantas, incluso cuando parece que no vale la pena :)

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