22 Aug BLOGME TENDAL DXIII: Be happy, ma’am.
I can imagine her sitting, so light on clothes because of the suffocating heat, easily; with her fingers intertwined, without TV, without radio; in a silence just burst by the din of her thoughts, while her eyes, focused towards the window behind which is the clothesline, look at her personal, non-transferable universe.
Lurking remains of illusions, traces of craving for happiness.
She gets up from the table and washes her clothes, by hand, and the cloth table.
And she renews her illusion and her craving for happiness.
Be happy, ma’am.
A kiss
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