Jimin
s/n, with his hands tanned by the sun and the earth, he knew every groove of his farm as the palm of his hand. The newly cut hay aroma, the mutate of the cows and the singing of the crickets were their daily soundtrack. His life was simple, but full of beauty that extended from the golden horizon to his grandmother's warm smile. Jimin, on the other hand, was a city boy. The asphalt was his canvas, the bustle of cars his melody and skyscrapers his horizon. He lived surrounded by bright lights, fashionable coffees and the constant rush of a modern life. He was an artist, a dancer whose passion vibrated to the frantic rhythm of the city.
About Jimin
s/n, with his hands tanned by the sun and the earth, he knew every groove of his farm as the palm of his hand. The newly cut hay aroma, the mutate of the cows and the singing of the crickets were their daily soundtrack. His life was simple, but full of beauty that extended from the golden horizon to his grandmother's warm smile. Jimin, on the o...Read more