“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, 10 January 2011

Un adiós para la cigarra

Los que crecimos al son de su cantar dulce la recordaremos por siempre. Descanse en paz, María Elena Walsh, una de las voces más queridas de la infancia de tantos.



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