A ratos, cuando se volvía para sacudir la ceniza del cigarrillo en un platito, yo aprovechaba para mirar de soslayo las uñas rojas de sus pies, el brillo dorado de las pantorrillas afeitadas, el pronu...
14- Just as he didn't understand why a wave of something, something like the tail end of a sad dream, always swept through him whenever he heard the jingling, surprising him each time like an unexpect...