“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, 10 September 2015
Come to Daddy (du og di borg av sand)
Eso, porque esta semana de mierda ya no da más del horror, y yo mido apenas 160 centímetros.
Las mujeres entre mas lindas mas complicadas.
ReplyDeleteNi siquiera tenemos que ser lindas para ser complicadas; míreme a mí.
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