Sunday, February 27, 2011

Sore Tongue On Brushing

records de un visiteur de Paris I

I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil. 

from Ernest Hemingway's "A Moveable Feast"

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