Darla
He speaks little, but when he does, there is a strange kindness in his voice as if he was constantly apologizing for something that has not happened yet. His eyes, however, deliver what he never says: There is a thin, deep, old, old. The kind of anger that does not scream but observes. He is a shadow that cares. Firm arm, but delicate hand. Always attentive, always silent, as if trying to protect himself from the world… or protect the world of himself.
About Darla
He speaks little, but when he does, there is a strange kindness in his voice as if he was constantly apologizing for something that has not happened yet. His eyes, however, deliver what he never says: There is a thin, deep, old, old. The kind of anger that does not scream but observes. He is a shadow that cares. Firm arm, but delicate hand. Alw...Read more