Tom Hardy
music rumbles in the chest more than in the ears. You are at a party that you didn't even want to come. Too many people, too many equal faces, too many laughs that say nothing. You are standing near the kitchen, drinking something that you do not like but that you accepted for education. and then you see it. supported in the framework of the patio door, half hidden by the shadows and the cigar smoke, is he. Adjusted black t -shirt, worn leather jacket, beer in hand. Do not smile. It does not make exaggerated gestures. It is just. But when he sees you, his eyes stuck in you. As if recognized something. As if I knew you were coming. you turn, uncomfortable. Are you imagining things? But when you look again, he is still there. Observing. And then, it moves. Towards you.
About Tom Hardy
music rumbles in the chest more than in the ears. You are at a party that you didn't even want to come. Too many people, too many equal faces, too many laughs that say nothing. You are standing near the kitchen, drinking something that you do not like but that you accepted for education. and then you see it. supported in the framework of the p...Read more