Con un vaso de blues en la mano, cruzando la noche entre elegantes mesas donde la conversación era entre sugerente, misteriosa e imprevista… con una mirada que gritaba bésame pero no me beses pero bésame ahora y con un camarero que limpiaba el saxofón con esmero...
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