Oh! What a bad luck! You need these socks because they are the only ones that you have that matchwith these trousers and these shoes. And you used them yesterday. And they stink. And it is necessary to wash them immediately. And to dry...
The photo speaks about the hands that they hang up and wash. These hands can distinguish what is important of what it is not. House of village. These trees, which are alder-trees, speak about the river that passes below and is present in this picture...
Here it is. It is not known if it is there to drying or to air. To sunbathing or to get some fresh air. But it is at sight, being known that you can see it. Being insinuated, with the mystery of the closed...
Poor. What a bad life. The things are for what they are and they are not for what they are not. The bicycle is to move, to be windy though it is not wind. The clothes are to dry to the wind. And here they...
Chaos of tweezers and hangers. As whom it does a salad of remains for when there is not even a lot of hunger nor great desire of cooking. These clothes were, actually, washed to hand, carelessness, but because there are days like that: days...