“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"
Monday, 11 December 2017
Neil, mon amour
Los hombres perfectos existen; Neil Gaiman es prueba de ello. Si mis manos fueran garzas sabrían que el nido perfecto es ese pelo, sobre esa cabeza que pare encantos.
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