“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, 1 June 2015
Piece of my heart
Y no es mi ciudad, pero sí los árboles de mis amores. Toda la nostalgia del mundo cabe en una de esas húmedas, pálidas flores rosadas.