“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, 8 January 2015

A song of when I loved The Prettiest Star

 "I ask for so little. Just let me rule you and you can have everything that you want."
Jareth, The Labyrinth

Hoy cumple sesenta y ocho años David Bowie, quien fuera uno de mis primeros fetiches con aquel irrepetible "Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave." El tiempo pasa, incluso para las estrellas, pero la luz es larga y cálida, aún.
 Felíz cumpleaños, Rey de los Duendes.

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