Supported on the railing, these clothes are meditating and showing themselves off without modesty to whom passes through the street. Depending on the wind, they greet or not. They keep looking to who look at them without coyness, with the naturalness from whom neither...
They are not seen but, unconsciously, our sight completes this clothes-line and occupies the tweezers with shirts, trousers, socks, panties, underpants, jackets...
The hands that take care of these plants take care of these clothes. These hands know about land, detergents, manure and spots and flowers and clean people! That’s why clothes bloom and people who dresses them shine....
Yellow flag on white wall. Everything is white. Nothing more that white. Dead white. Nothing. But the rag. Insulting yellow color, shouting yellow. The color of the sign of the signals of work in progress. To have a rag is always it is necessary to...
Between the mesh and the wall, the clothes are uncomfortable. The mesh tides them, the wall covers them; the sun does not come, the wind does not run. These clothes want to fee, to jump the wall, to come untied from the tweezer, to fly. The tweezers...