“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 February 2019
Dile, corazón
No sabes tú lo que yo disfruto verte parado frente al malecón de mi pueblo, marcando del mar el compás.
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¡Habla, pueblo de Aura!