“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"
Tuesday, 5 February 2013
Waking up in a minefield
Acabo de interrumpir la lectura de "Escape from Camp 14" para escuchar esta canción; no me la podía sacar de la cabeza.Y ni siquiera soy entusiasta de Queen.