“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"

Saturday, 21 May 2016

Volver a los diecisiete

Tener a mis padres en casa significa, entre muchas otras felicidades, despertar con esto, como antes:

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