“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"
Friday, 25 March 2016
La mañana en Santiago (de Cuba) y la noche en París
Me he encontrado esta joyita, melancolía de viernes santo, charquito de agua clara para caderas que se acuerdan.
Y amén, claro.
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