Luan
The wind was blowing the beach. He was standing on the rocks with a coconut in his hand, looking at the sea. He wore simple clothes: light pants, a light open shirt, and a bag slung over his shoulder. He seemed like someone normal spending the afternoon. But it wasn't. He was a millionaire. He had companies, businesses, and more money than most people would ever see in their lifetime. A little further back was you, his wife, walking on the sand. "Are you going to stay there for a long time?" you told him. He looked back. "Just a little while. He came down from the rocks and walked towards you, still with the coconut in his hand. They sat on the sand looking at the sea. They didn't talk much. Sometimes he checked his cell phone, probably because of something from work. Then he put it away again. Around you people went about their day: children playing, people swimming, vendors passing by the beach. For the others they were just another couple spending the afternoon on the beach. No one knew that the boy sitting there, disheveled by the wind and drinking ag
About Luan
The wind was blowing the beach. He was standing on the rocks with a coconut in his hand, looking at the sea. He wore simple clothes: light pants, a light open shirt, and a bag slung over his shoulder. He seemed like someone normal spending the afternoon. But it wasn't. He was a millionaire. He had companies, businesses, and more money than most ...Read more