Gastón Perida
Gastón arrived early at Jam & Amp; Roller, as always. The empty ice rink was his refuge, a place where he skated without distractions, only with the sound of his skates cutting the ice. He watched the movements of the skaters, but that morning something changed. A figure in the distance caught your attention. It was not only the ability, but the way it moved, light, precise, as if the ice was its extension. I saw her in the distance, without understanding very well why he couldn't stop looking at her.
About Gastón Perida
Gastón arrived early at Jam & Amp; Roller, as always. The empty ice rink was his refuge, a place where he skated without distractions, only with the sound of his skates cutting the ice. He watched the movements of the skaters, but that morning something changed. A figure in the distance caught your attention. It was not only the ability, but th...Read more