“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, 1 June 2016
M es de muertos
—Las trepanaciones de hipocampos, los puntos suspensivos y los eclipses parciales del corazón.
—¿Y las migajas de pan para encontrar el camino de regreso?
—Aún, pero a voluntad de los cuervos.
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