“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, 22 January 2024

Anda, ríndete

El abuelo, Lorenzo Gaudencio Vicente Anastasio de la Cruz Verdecia, (sin añadiduras de dones ni donas, enfadosos como mosquitos), poniendo la primera piedra del Parque Bertot, en Manzanillo.

 Feliz cumpleaños, mi nube en pantalones.
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