Here it is. It is not known if it is there to drying or to air. To sunbathing or to get some fresh air. But it is at sight, being known that you can see it. Being insinuated, with the mystery of the closed...
Poor. What a bad life. The things are for what they are and they are not for what they are not. The bicycle is to move, to be windy though it is not wind. The clothes are to dry to the wind. And here they...
Chaos of tweezers and hangers. As whom it does a salad of remains for when there is not even a lot of hunger nor great desire of cooking. These clothes were, actually, washed to hand, carelessness, but because there are days like that: days...
May be a clothes-line, may be an exhibitor of shop of vests. I do not come to the hangers to try if them suit me....
A trousers of pijamas, a panty, a cloth...