“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.”
"París era una fiesta"
Thursday, 13 December 2012
Verbos para regresar a casa
Cerrar la nieve, largar las botas, soltar el sostén, preparar un ponche cargado de Bacardí y dejar que esto suene.