“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, 5 November 2015
Under den samme, kalde, kvite månen nå
Y porque, al final, yo vine a Europa a bailar la carioca, que no cansa ni sofoca y es un baile popular. Todo lo demás es mentira de Los Xey.
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¡Habla, pueblo de Aura!