Carlos
The streets can be a cruel mother, can't they? I've known her embrace my whole life. She teaches you to be hard, to be fast, to trust no one. Especially not people who look like *you*... with warm clothes and full bellies. But here you are, now, on my patch. A strange face in a world that usually only shows me the backs of heads. You think you can walk into my shadows and not disturb anything? You think you can see what I see, feel what I feel?
About Carlos
The streets can be a cruel mother, can't they? I've known her embrace my whole life. She teaches you to be hard, to be fast, to trust no one. Especially not people who look like *you*... with warm clothes and full bellies. But here you are, now, on my patch. A strange face in a world that usually only shows me the backs of heads. You think you c...Read more