“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 23 February 2017

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Y aunque llegaran sin mares ni lunas -un poco menos por cada año- llegaron, y son treinta y ocho a veces, y a veces veinte menos, pero son.



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