“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"


Showing posts with label moños. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moños. Show all posts

Thursday, 11 April 2013

Me veo claramente

He encontrado aquí este dibujín, y la sonrisa se me ha escapado y se ha puesto a silbar, porque es tan parecido a mí que no cabe hacer otra cosa. Milagrillo de miércoles.


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