“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 11 July 2015
Mojitos, caderas y un aguijón
Esto lo he puesto antes, y lo voy a volver a poner porque para eso la cañonera es americana, y el blog, mío. Ay, digo.
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