blogme tendal Tag

BLOGMETENDAL DCXCIX: Fallen.

A fallen angel of immaculate whiteness. The clamp didn't catch it properly. Or the hand just threw it onto the rope. And there it is. Left, fallen, abandoned. But that pigeon lurking...

BLOGME TENDAL DCXCVIII: Male. Female.

Male. Female. Him in shirt. She in panties. That's it. Of course, it could be that this man or woman is dressed like this. Maybe. In any case, both naked, both stepping on the same little towel. And no more space is needed. In any case....

BLOGMETENDAL DCLXCVII: But they talk.

They talk to themselves. They are talking to their own. Clotheslines, like cats, don't get on well with water. They prefer to stay sheltered from the rain and talk, they don't stop talking even when it rains, but with their hand, I mean with the window, in...