28 Jun BLOGME TENDAL DCLVIII: Indiscreet
They have their own side of the bed.
She sleeps in his pajamas, he only wears a t-shirt. Men are often hotter than women. And she must be very sensitive to cold because the sheet warm the bed up.
Anyway, both are suffered and so are their clothes.
Their clothes say so. The stain on t-shirt, that kind of stain that’s no longer desappearing. The broken sleeves of the pajama too.
Oh clothes, how indiscreet they are:
Teño na horta unha silva
que me pica e que me prende
teño unha mala veciña
que sen diñeiro me vende
A lot of life rests in that bed. A lot of rest it deserves.