“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 18 April 2013
A vuelo de cuervo
Y si para todo lo demás está Mastercard, para una tormenta están el vino y Nick Cave.
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