“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"


Wednesday 6 June 2012

...que nunca se sabe qué traen en las alas

Creí que la coriza era producto del polen pero no, era por la abstinencia.

6 comments:

¡Habla, pueblo de Aura!