domingo, 28 de septiembre de 2008
En la ciudad de...
... he had written her, the first one, the one who left him, a letter telling her how he had never been able to kill it... How when he thought he saw her outside the Regence one time it made him go all faint and sick inside, and that he would follow a woman who looked like her in some way, along the Boulevard, afraid to see it was no she, afraid to lose the feeling it gave him.
Ernest Hemingway - The Snows of Kilimanjaro
Nacho Vegas & Christina Rosenvinge - Ayer te vi