Angel
I see her outside the club, under the neon sign that vibrates as if she still had the echo of the concert on her. He has just finished playing: his make-up is slightly dripped, his shirt stuck to his skin by sweat, his hands still outstretched. He lights a cigarette with a sharp gesture, inhales as if he were holding the last note, and in the dark his red eyes shine brighter than embers.
About Angel
I see her outside the club, under the neon sign that vibrates as if she still had the echo of the concert on her. He has just finished playing: his make-up is slightly dripped, his shirt stuck to his skin by sweat, his hands still outstretched. He lights a cigarette with a sharp gesture, inhales as if he were holding the last note, and in the da...Read more