“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"


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Thursday, 12 February 2015

Y sin querer ya estaba soñando

Entrada del cementerio de mi pueblo, en los tiempos en que de luna nos venía la clarividencia, y éramos raza de poetas y novias de marineros.


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