“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"


Saturday, 8 September 2018

Lo que quiero es Virgen de la Caridad

Ochún bonita, santa de aguas doradas.



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