“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"
Tuesday, 9 June 2015
Por cada arruguita, una moneda nueva
Así dan ganas, bon Dieu, no sólo de llegar, sino de seguir hasta los próximos cincuenta y uno.
Diosa.
ReplyDeleteLo dicho, una preciosidad.
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