“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"
Tuesday 8 October 2013
Tragando del aire un planeta tras otro
Hay días en que me bastan un libro y una canción, y a ellos les basto yo. Son siempre martes, esos días.
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