“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"
Friday 3 November 2017
Resumen de noticias
"Irse de putas cuando uno mismo es un puto no es irse de putas, es confraternizar", ha dicho Mariana.
Días en que uno ve tan lejos y tan claro que, si se empina, logra divisar Wagana.
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