The white becomes immensely dirty white. The garment does not lie, it is defeated. Dull. There are moments when loneliness rhymes in free rhyme with abandonment....
A useless clothesline folded on a balcony with useless ropes. Perhaps only the towel is necessary. Poor towel, thrown on the railing, laid on the handrail. It was thrown away, and maybe it wants to throw itself away. If this towel was people...
I have to ask a psychologist why it is that I always picture people dressed in the clothes hanging on the clothesline. In this case only three pieces. One for the feet. The naked woman, I don't know if in front of the mirror or...
A clothesline as tidy as this one, according to the canon which says that the small clothes go behind the big ones to hide them from indiscreet eyes. It looks like a family clothesline; the whole family sitting happily on a swing. Cuddling and laughing....
When the meal was over, the towel went out on the balcony to have a cup of coffee for dessert. He is no longer a smoker. But he still hangs over the balustrade watching people pass....