“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"
Monday, 4 May 2015
May the fourth be with you
Y esta, esta es pa' yo. Tengo que prometerme a mí misma no llegar a los treinta y siete sin recuperar mi osito de peluche de hociquito duro, y cumplirlo.