“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, 13 April 2015
Dime algo, Oliva...
Ando por ahí, buscando guayaba y una receta de pastel de espinacas, y me sale esta maravilla de página. Tiene que ser el universo conspiranóico y orinalítico de Coelho, sonriendo.
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