“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"
Wednesday, 7 October 2015
Otoñismos
Vuela, vuela, hojita mía de Esta a Oeste con el viento, y regresa en un momento tomando el Norte por guía. Y no olvides que, al caer lo que te pida has de hacer.
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