“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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Tuesday, 17 March 2015

in a box, in a house, in the rain, in the dark, with Neil

 Huevos verdes con jamón.
 O la magia del  Dr. Seuss, que saca guiños y gatos del sombrero  a los cinco años, y a los treinta y seis.
O el impulso de apartar un par de mechones de la frente de esta maravilla de hombre y dedicarle la primer sonrisa del día, y todas las que sigan.