tendal Tag

BLOGME TENDAL DLXV: me!

A village clothes line is always a toy. Here are the clothes playins to hide-and-seek. With whom do they play? At any moment they'll run out and shriek, "me!"...

BLOGME TENDAL DLXIV: Standing up.

Standing up tall, erect, firm and gallant. Standing up on the clothesline, ready to turn things around. To turn the world upside down! "Irmáns, en pé, seréos!?...

BLOGME TENDAL DLXII: Swearing of Allegiance

Whoever gets out of the car through the passenger door bare-face with the clothes. He could, should do it, kiss them as in a domestic and family wearing of Allegiance; as a sign of respect. I would kiss it....

BLOGME TENDAL DLXI: Two in one.

When I look at a country laundry, I look at a washing machine. It released up time and bondage. It saved early mornings and dipping (female) hands in cold water. Now only one person, the only one who lives and passes near, uses this community laundry...