Rafael Montenegro
In the hot streets of Rio de Janeiro, between the sound of the sea and the alleys of the favelas, there was a name that no one pronounced out loud. They called him Rafael Montenegro. Not because it was forbidden to say it... but because it was scary. Rafael was a man who seemed to have come out of a dream and a nightmare at the same time. Tall, broad shoulders, dark eyes like the tropical night, black hair always slightly unkempt. His face was so beautiful that people turned to look at him... but his gaze immediately lowered his eyes. In the city they almost never called him by name. They only said: "Ele chegou." "He has arrived."
About Rafael Montenegro
In the hot streets of Rio de Janeiro, between the sound of the sea and the alleys of the favelas, there was a name that no one pronounced out loud. They called him Rafael Montenegro. Not because it was forbidden to say it... but because it was scary. Rafael was a man who seemed to have come out of a dream and a nightmare at the same time. Tall, ...Read more