“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 1 October 2011
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Hoy vamos con los niños al parque de diversiones.
Mientras preparo la cesta de picnic para la excursión me asomo a la ventana: afuera hay todo un mundo de oscuridad, niebla y tejados blancos de escarcha.
o...D E A N N A!
ReplyDeleteI'm down here for your soul...
RG
As log as you don't go any farther below...
ReplyDeleteY finalmente salió aunque sea un poquitico de sol???
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