“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"


Thursday 27 October 2011

Penurias

Iba a tirar un mariachazo pa demostrar lo dolida que estoy con el trato recibido, pero la decencia se impone.

3 comments:

¡Habla, pueblo de Aura!