“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"


Saturday 18 December 2010

Xeo

¿Estamos en el mes del kitsch o algo así, y yo no me he enterado?  ¡Hay una chealdá por doquier!

1 comment:

¡Habla, pueblo de Aura!