法国巴黎的回忆. 如果巴黎是个女人,她就过着情妇的生活

Paris is like a writer’s stage breathing love into life. “My Dear Eleanora, I can still feel the softness of your kiss leaving its passion upon the roof of my mouth. A delight that can only be compared to the sweetness of tartes aux or a summer’s breeze on a Paris day.”


当创造性的思想家死亡时,他们会去巴黎。

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