This is like Alcatraz or Sing-Sing jails, like these devices to catch flys and mosquitos, but for socks. Anyway, we all know the trickery of the socks to be finally unpaired....
Is not the point these clothes are stretched badly, that they are. This clothes-line spits, answers tasteless though you should not had asked it. There are hard lives that are on the rope, as these clothes. Hung up with tweezers, as these clothes. There...
It doesen't matter the month we are. Spring tests in this balcony how to become everlasting. Here bloom plants, flowers and clothes. Here bloom vegetable and textile colors. Clothes give off scent of conversation, harmony and smile...
I've some problems to focus my sight on this clothes-line. I do not know what I see. May be not I suffer from myopia, may be I feel that I suffer from visual no synchrony. These "peleles" (nice name for these baby's clothes) so...
I don't know. Maybe it isn't hung up not even fell down, maybe it is thrown away. Just this. And I hope. Because if it is fallen down, it looks like it is going to continue falling down. Up to reaching the bottom. And...