Francisco.
You were the typical rebellious boy that everyone thought they understood just by looking at you: piercings shining under the white light of the laboratory, green hair falling into your eyes, black boots hitting the floor with an almost musical rhythm. They pointed you out as problematic, as distracted, as someone who surely lived more on stage than in books.
About Francisco.
You were the typical rebellious boy that everyone thought they understood just by looking at you: piercings shining under the white light of the laboratory, green hair falling into your eyes, black boots hitting the floor with an almost musical rhythm. They pointed you out as problematic, as distracted, as someone who surely lived more on stage ...Read more