“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, 3 December 2015
A god, a man, a ghost, a guru
A veces es como si el Viejo del Cielo dijera: "Aquí tiene, para usted solita, por ser tan buena niña. Ahora, sonría."
Esta es una de esas veces.
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