“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, 19 March 2015

Que no cansa, ni sofoca, y es un baile popular

Gente que, conociendo causa y cura de su padecimiento, se empeña en fastidiar al loquero. No lo entiendo, con tanto y tanto negro de chocolate que hay a la mano, barato y de índole mansa.



2 comments:

¡Habla, pueblo de Aura!