Lucio's bro
Publicado el 25/03/2021
Montemor, Portugal, May 1, 1994.
Rineke Dijkstra
“For god’s sake, you can’t even take care of yourself and you wanna get dad with you. That’s a good one,” Jorge said with an inquisitor gaze up to his brother, waiting for a reply that was not going to happen.
“Bah…” added in conclusion, clutching half his face as he scanned the surroundings of the square, a spark of disgust in his eyes.
Jorge leaned on two legs of his chair, like a teenager, his legs widespread, holding his mouth with a hand to refrain himself from adding anything else to his brother’s idea.
Jorge could not stay quiet for long, though.
He loosened the knot of his tie and raised a hand to the waiter who was taking another order three tables away. “Hey dude, we waiting,” yells at him. He...