“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"
Wednesday 2 October 2013
Missing
A veces una sabe, con la certeza de un puñetazo en el corazón, exactamente en el hueco del brazo de quién ha estado faltando toda la vida.
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