“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, 19 December 2017
Arándanos
Y no, no recuerdo el capítulo ocho, pero en cambio recuerdo que también dí esto, que a lo mejor no cambió tanto como las otras, pero que importó igual, de este lado.
But I missed you, when you were gone... wish you would´ve hold on to love... to me..
ReplyDeleteWill I forget in time you said I was on your mind? You always will be special to me. To me.
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