Not the ropes are well tightned nor the windows are well closed. Nothing is important. It is the sum of small things: The staff of the ropes twisted, out of tune, inharmonious; the frame of the window badly painted; the wood of the windows chipped;...
Because if the trousers are hung this way up they get an horrifying stripe that it is necessary to charge ironing and to put the whole steam to erase it. Or who hung up does not iron....
If they had hung a newspaper or a magazine up the clothes-line, they would have hung it on in order to read something while they are drying. But being sheets of paper, I'm sure they has hung their clothes to sutdy for ...
The slacking, hanging, weary. Died. Until the stick of the kitchen-maid is transmuted into bowsprit, spur that pierces the world and affirms the rigging of the clohes-line, turning the clothe-ropes into ship-ropes, the cloths into jibs, the tweezers into loff. When wind raises up, the long...
There was party yesterday. The fingerprint stays in the dress, red happy coloured, as a smell of sweat and smile and dance. Is it necessary to wash it alone? Yes, because if not, happiness is diluted. And because there is another party tonight....