“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"

Saturday, 28 March 2015

Can't find a Vedder man

"...no, that one, the one with all the black hair...Yeah, her."

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