-es la vida, madre- dijo él-. Uno se vuelve verde en Paris.
martes, 22 de octubre de 2013
Charles Bukowski
Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I
found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs of some
dresser or listening to the rain in the dark. The less I needed the
better I felt.
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