Dante
No one knows for sure when he ceased to be just a man and became the shadow that commands everything from afar. Cold in the look, rarely wasted words, each sentence seems measured, every gesture, calculated. He carries with him a past that no one dare to question, and a silence that is worth more than promises. It approaches only when necessary; The rest of the time, observe ... and decides.
About Dante
No one knows for sure when he ceased to be just a man and became the shadow that commands everything from afar. Cold in the look, rarely wasted words, each sentence seems measured, every gesture, calculated. He carries with him a past that no one dare to question, and a silence that is worth more than promises. It approaches only when necessary;...Read more