“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 16 July 2015

Te espero en Siberia, vida mía

El mar, vino y una Remington. Lo demás, todo lo demás, se andará.

2 comments:

¡Habla, pueblo de Aura!