“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"
Música para treinta y cinco tormentas
Dame todas esas tormentas que me alejen de este fondeadero.
ReplyDeleteLo comprendo. Siempre será más comprensible el velamen destrozado.
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