The vedette is in the foreground with that sensual and ambiguous hip movement. The boys are in her back, tough and framing the beauty and prominence of her suggestive green. I just realized I'm biting my lip ...
Down a man. Single. Up a mother. Alone, of course not. Maybe he could go and invite her to something. - Good morning, I am the neighbor from the first floor. Do you want me to iron your clothes? - Well ...
These clotheslines like that, I can only imagine them by a woman's hand. May be I have prejudices, I'm not denying it! But I can only imagine them with a woman's hand...
washed, safe, soaked and scrubbed with rough hands that taste of delicacies. Still torn, and just for that, they talk about details and care, and talk about the memory of details and cares. Even care spends dear things! How to fit it all in?...
neighbors' yard conversating as watching the world go by....