Long live the republic! It cleans up much more. And ecology, which cleans there on the right. Long live the coloured rags, that cheer up when they clean. Long live the kitchen rags. The working class of clotheslines ...
It is forbidden to park clothes on this clothesline?...
Las ropas miran a las piedras por las que van a transitar. Yo pienso que las piedras también miran. Y callan. Ellas esperan, nada más. Las ropas van, irán, como ya fueron. Cada cual en su natural....
Under the ecstatic view of the cathedral, at last, these clothes prostrate themselves in front of the towers, after a long way purging the sins of the bodies that dressed them. Where who dressed them are, it does not matter. These clothes made the way...
Clothes want to camouflage themselves like ropes...