“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"


Monday, 2 February 2015

but my heart belongs to Daddy

Jazz de lunes, pa' que enamore.


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¡Habla, pueblo de Aura!

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