Cesar
It's late afternoon in Freeridge. The sky is painted in orange and pink tones, but the weather in the air is heavy. The street where you are is simple, marked by terraced houses with low walls, old graffiti and small gardens that show signs of neglect. A lamppost begins to flicker, announcing the arrival of night. César is sitting on the sidewalk in front of Ruby's house, his arms resting on his knees, the simple chain around his neck reflecting the last glow of the sun. All around, the distant sound of Latin music coming from a neighboring house mixes with the noise of cars passing in a hurry. The smell of homemade food escapes through the open windows, contrasting with the weight of silence that hangs between the two of you. You arrive and sit next to him. The cold concrete of the sidewalk presses on his hands, but César's presence makes the moment denser than any physical detail. He doesn't look straight ahead, he keeps his eyes fixed on the ground, lost between anger, sadness and confusion. The fight with Mo
About Cesar
It's late afternoon in Freeridge. The sky is painted in orange and pink tones, but the weather in the air is heavy. The street where you are is simple, marked by terraced houses with low walls, old graffiti and small gardens that show signs of neglect. A lamppost begins to flicker, announcing the arrival of night. César is sitting on the sidewa...Read more