“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 30 August 2012
I once was blind
Cuando una lleva diez minutos tratando en vano de desenredar un mechón de pelo enganchado en el broche del sostén, comienza a comprender a cabalidad las razones de la androginia...
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