“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 20 January 2012
Never Woke Up
Una de esas historias que le hago a Mariana antes de dormir.
un día déstos... tú verá, tú verá...
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