‘A cigarette hanging from his lips, his gaze fixed on the horizon of spectre-like figures. Amidst sk…
‘A cigarette hanging from his lips, his gaze fixed on the horizon of spectre-like figures. Amidst skulls and flashes of lightning, Corto sails where the maps fade away.’ I love Corto Maltese 🌬️🌊🌊🌊🖤
