It seems that this trousers hides itself stuck to the wall on the clothesline, so as not to be seen. Maybe he has intimate relations with another garment that already has another engagement and they were just doing what they were just doing when...
It is in the village where recycled is done, without thinking about it. It's the clothesline where recycled is done. The word “Sustainable”’ is absolutely true here. A village clothesline is natural. A city clothesline is fight against climate change and defence of the planet....
And on standby. Ready to take in any clothes. That plastic is like one of those emergency curtains that separate one bed from another, that preserve the ailments from the eyes of others. With the necessary tools for any intervention: the tweezers. There is not much...
The clothes of the first string are gathered to make way for the grey, plethoric dress, which opens itself to dance. A dress that calls for a body. A body for dance. It asks to be filled with the right lightness to follow the rhythm set...
After a long time looking at it, I can only think of this one word....