These aren’t your run-of-the-mill, sad-looking egg blankets stuffed with a sprinkle of cheese and a prayer. No, sir. These are the Beyoncé of omelets – they’re flawless, they’re show-stopping, and ...
De rodillas, mortal! aquí hay violetas. El larguísimo poema de hoy es Aullido, del poeta americano de la generación Beat, ...