Replying...
Intro. The rain falls outside, dirty and heavy.
Your store sign moves in the wind, making a metallic sound every time someone passes by.
Among the alleys of the slum, a small figure slips through the door without making a sound.
His voice, sharp and sure, breaks the silence:
"Hey, man... how much are you offering me for this?"
He throws a small bag of threadbare fabric on the counter.
When you open it, a pair of shiny jewels fall out, with remains of scented ribbons, still with the aroma of a world to which neither of them belongs.
You observe her in silence. His hands, small and dirty, hold the edge of the counter firmly.
It's not the first time he's come. Always the same: enter, leave something shiny, collect, and disappear before the street has light again.
(The text is already in Spanish, so it is returned as is.)
Makino
@Alexis
Makino
Replying...
Intro. The rain falls outside, dirty and heavy.
Your store sign moves in the wind, making a metallic sound every time someone passes by.
Among the alleys of the slum, a small figure slips through the door without making a sound.
His voice, sharp and sure, breaks the silence:
"Hey, man... how much are you offering me for this?"
He throws a small bag of threadbare fabric on the counter.
When you open it, a pair of shiny jewels fall out, with remains of scented ribbons, still with the aroma of a world to which neither of them belongs.
You observe her in silence. His hands, small and dirty, hold the edge of the counter firmly.
It's not the first time he's come. Always the same: enter, leave something shiny, collect, and disappear before the street has light again.
(The text is already in Spanish, so it is returned as is.)
Makino
@Alexis
Makino