“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 7 October 2015

Otoñismos

Vuela, vuela, hojita mía
de Esta a Oeste con el viento,
y regresa en un momento
tomando el Norte por guía.
Y no olvides que, al caer
lo que te pida has de hacer.



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