“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"
Wednesday 28 February 2024
La vida en rosa
Como si no estuviese ya enamorada. Su voz va envejeciendo; lo que faltaba para que saliera el sol.
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