“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"
Monday 7 September 2015
O mar que cantava só para mim
A la reina del mar, para que no se le olviden las aguas mansas, las caracolas, la caña para pescar la luna y los labios bonitos diciendo "buenos días".
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