“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"


Friday, 1 May 2015

S&M

Don't it feel right like this?
All the pieces fall to his wish
Sucker for that quick reward boy
Sucker for that quick reward they said...


Viernes.
Día perfecto para ser veinte centímetros más alta gracias a unos tacones primaverales, y/o para acomodarse entre los brazos y las piernas del Maestro Tirititero y disfrutar bajito sus historias de vikingo.
Escoge, Margarita.





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