“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, 29 December 2015

As de espadas

Hoy se ha ido Lemmy Kilmister, uno de los saurios de la música. Quedan su voz de fierro oxidado, su dureza de perro viejo, su bajo afilado, para recordar que cuenta en la banda sonora de la vida del mundo.
Rest in metal, Lemmy. Safe journey.




4 comments:

  1. that´s the way I like it baby, I don´t wanna live forever..

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    1. Damn right. Better to burn up than to fade away.

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