Blue of NoonM. Boyars, 1986 - 155 páginas Troppmann wanders erotically through the politically troubled Europe of the 1930s. |
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... Criolla . " I turned toward Michel with an innocent air of bewilderment . " It's true . Lazare stayed in Barcelona last year , and she often spent her nights at the Criolla . Is that so extraordinary ? " The Criolla is , of course , one ...
... Criolla . " I turned toward Michel with an innocent air of bewilderment . " It's true . Lazare stayed in Barcelona last year , and she often spent her nights at the Criolla . Is that so extraordinary ? " The Criolla is , of course , one ...
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... Criolla . Lazare at the Criolla ... ! " " She's come here with me several times . She found it highly interesting . I couldn't get her out . She must have been astonished . She never once mentioned the silly things you said to her . " I ...
... Criolla . Lazare at the Criolla ... ! " " She's come here with me several times . She found it highly interesting . I couldn't get her out . She must have been astonished . She never once mentioned the silly things you said to her . " I ...
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... Criolla . Here at the Criolla she looked like a spook . Her friends - they were sitting at the same table - were appalled . They couldn't understand her being here . One day , one of them started drinking , in exasperation . He lost his ...
... Criolla . Here at the Criolla she looked like a spook . Her friends - they were sitting at the same table - were appalled . They couldn't understand her being here . One day , one of them started drinking , in exasperation . He lost his ...
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Motherly Feet | 44 |
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afraid Antonio anxiety arms asked Badalona Barcelona began blood Blue of Noon burst cafe Calella calm cante jondo Catalan Catalonia chair chamber pot corpse Criolla crying dance dead death Dirty Dirty's door Dorothea dreadful dream dress drink drunk empty everything eyes face feeling fell felt floor frightened front Georges Bataille girl glass hair hand happen head heard imagined inside kill kissed laughing Lazare Lazare's leave longer looked Lotte Lenya maid Marseilles Michel Monsieur Melou Moselle mother-in-law mouth naked nausea never night once pain pajama top pale Prum Ramblas Sade saying seemed shouted sick side drums singing sitting sleep smile someone speaking spoke staring started stay stood stopped street talking tears tell There's thing thought told took Trier turned ugly understand Vienna voice vomit waiting walked wanted window woman Xenie Xenie's