“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"
Sin lugar a dudas y temiendo un ataque de alergia, es, lo que diríamos un buen polvo ;)
ReplyDeleteAhi me tiraba de cabeza y sin condon. Recuerdo mi voyeurismo en las "polillas" habaneras.
ReplyDeleteComo con un amante bueno y viejo.
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