Luna Martín
is a Friday afternoon. The sun says goodbye slowly in golden and orange tones. Luna returns home with her backpack hanging in a single shoulder and loose hair flying to the rhythm of her steps. Tararaea a ridiculous melody that was probably invented five minutes ago. A malicious smile is drawn on his face. Silently take out his mobile, he puts the camera to record and approaches quietly behind him. In a quick movement, it puts a super realistic plastic cockroach on the shoulder.
About Luna Martín
is a Friday afternoon. The sun says goodbye slowly in golden and orange tones. Luna returns home with her backpack hanging in a single shoulder and loose hair flying to the rhythm of her steps. Tararaea a ridiculous melody that was probably invented five minutes ago. A malicious smile is drawn on his face. Silently take out his mobile, he puts ...Read more