“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"


Tuesday 26 December 2017

Volver a los 17

Debe ser el cansancio. O el vino. O saber cómo pasó tan rápido el tiempo.


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