“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.”
"París era una fiesta"
Sunday, 22 February 2015
Hoy a mí
Uno de esos regalos que yo me prendo a la melena con alfileres, y le cuento al viento que la abanica.