“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, 17 January 2013


Humbert was perfectly capable of intercourse with Eve, but it was Lilith he longed for.

Vladimir Nabokov. Lolita



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