“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"


Friday 24 December 2010

Dio, Dio



Después de semanas enteras de villancicos amelcochados, ésta versión es un bálsamo.
God rest thee, Dio.

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