“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 12 May 2017
Gitana mía, por favor
Si algún sentido tiene tener melena y caderas es poderlos soltar con canciones como ésta, cualquier viernes de Dios.
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