cacian
03-12-2013, 01:42 PM
He was feared gone.
His room empty had an ouverture of windows looking out onto the gardens. The fabric curtains hanging loose on the floor shined a black and white effect. It resembled a sequence of clips flash an old movie roll. There was a touch of je ne sais quoi about Rico's room. One of the many pleasures of life Rico indulged in was to read about silent films era. A place he liked to be when he imagined. His room was the scene the prelude to his fascination. Black and white his standard colour. Charlie Chaplin his hero.
His room empty had an ouverture of windows looking out onto the gardens. The fabric curtains hanging loose on the floor shined a black and white effect. It resembled a sequence of clips flash an old movie roll. There was a touch of je ne sais quoi about Rico's room. One of the many pleasures of life Rico indulged in was to read about silent films era. A place he liked to be when he imagined. His room was the scene the prelude to his fascination. Black and white his standard colour. Charlie Chaplin his hero.