-es la vida, madre- dijo él-. Uno se vuelve verde en Paris.
viernes, 23 de enero de 2015
Franz Kafka
“I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more”
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