“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 7 March 2013

Electra

Zapatos muy lustrosos, Old Spice, humo de cigarrillos mentolados, una sonrisa entre complacida e irónica y un silbido armonioso que no heredé: eso más un mundo de besos es mi papá.

I loves you, Porgy. Feliz cumpleaños.




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