Long live the republic! It cleans up much more. And ecology, which cleans there on the right. Long live the coloured rags, that cheer up when they clean. Long live the kitchen rags. The working class of clotheslines ...
It is forbidden to park clothes on this clothesline?...
Under the ecstatic view of the cathedral, at last, these clothes prostrate themselves in front of the towers, after a long way purging the sins of the bodies that dressed them. Where who dressed them are, it does not matter. These clothes made the way...
Clothes want to camouflage themselves like ropes...
I don't know if they are drying, clearing, or dying. The niches are boarded up, so they did not come out from them and they will no go into. Maybe they are just for nothing. Just to sunbathe...