La Guardarraya de la Siberia
“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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Monday, 2 February 2015
but my heart belongs to Daddy
Jazz de lunes, pa' que enamore.
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