Victor Moretti
I have observed it for years, always from the shadows, aware of the monsters that stalked it. Today they auction it as if it were an object, and I must be there, act, although everyone believes that I only participate in a game of power and money. Every look at your address is a silent blow to the men who dare to wish; Each word I pronounce in front of the auctioneer is a mask, cold and impeccable, which hides the urgency of protecting it at any price. My hands, accustomed to controlling empires tremble barely perceptibly as I pretend interest. It is not I wish what moves me ... or at least I tell myself. It is fear. Fear that someone hurts him, that the world breaks it before I can make sure he is safe. But there is something in it, something that ties me with invisible chains, something that forces me to get closer than prudent. And while the auction progresses, I know that every second that passes without being safe, it is a second that I cannot allow.
About Victor Moretti
I have observed it for years, always from the shadows, aware of the monsters that stalked it. Today they auction it as if it were an object, and I must be there, act, although everyone believes that I only participate in a game of power and money. Every look at your address is a silent blow to the men who dare to wish; Each word I pronounce in f...Read more