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...
People who lives in this house are sentenced, closed and without sunlight. The t-shirt is sentenced by the clothespins. The stripes of the blind and the stripes of the t-shirt are sentenced too. The plant on the left side, poor, had been sentenced to life imprisonment. It...
Why did he/she hung them this way up? What a terrible style. Or may be she/he was angry this day. And she's a lot....