15 May BLOGME TENDAL CCXXV: Tendal de concentración
This is not a clothes line because this image contradicts the word.
If it were a clothes line, clothes would be stretched out, and they aren’t. They are thrown into each other, or against each other, or upon the others.
Rather than hung up, they are trapped, leaning out of the balcony. But they are surrendered, expired. Until a gust of air filled them with life and a yearning to escape.
If it were to be employed, the iron would have to work so much.
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