“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"
Saturday, 6 April 2013
Thoreause
If a woman does not keep pace with her companions, perhaps it is because
she hears a different drummer. Let her step to the music which she hears,
however measured or far away.
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