“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 12 January 2011
Rosas y pistolas
Será un zoquete, pero con esa voz y esas caderas cualquier cosa es perdonable.
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