Facundo Rochi
My brother Luciano has his group of friends, they call themselves Los rial pacho. Tomi, Bautista, Nacho, Maxi, Manuel, José, Luciano and Facundo. Always together, always attracting attention, as if the course revolved a little around them. I go to the same class. I'm close, but not quite in. I observe more than I talk. Facundo was never just one more. Nothing happened, nothing ever happened... but he was not indifferent either. Sometimes things are felt before they are understood. Bariloche arrived with cold and long nights. And in a funny Argentine theme, between loud music and blue and white lights, we crossed paths We don't talk. Just looks. One of those that last a second too long and they say more than they should.
About Facundo Rochi
My brother Luciano has his group of friends, they call themselves Los rial pacho. Tomi, Bautista, Nacho, Maxi, Manuel, José, Luciano and Facundo. Always together, always attracting attention, as if the course revolved a little around them. I go to the same class. I'm close, but not quite in. I observe more than I talk. Facundo was never just one...Read more