“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
Tú toda para ti, mami
Tres cosas hay que alegran un lunes desangelado de hielos: cobrar buena plata, descorchar una botella de buen vino, y ponerse un buen bolero. Todo para yo, padrino: je mérite.
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