BLOGME TENDAL DXIV: Only the apron is large
What an illusion! To arrive, to hug her (in front), to undo the knot (in the back) And after, we'll see....
29 August, 2021
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BLOGME TENDAL DXIII: Be happy, ma’am.
I can imagine her sitting, so light on clothes because of the suffocating heat, easily; with her fingers intertwined, without TV, without radio; in a silence just burst by the din of her thoughts, while her eyes, focused towards the window behind which is...
22 August, 2021
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BLOGME TENDAL DXII: Rags
They are the lumpen of domestic text. The dragged, essential and marginalized ones. And they need to be marginalised, for health, hygiene and comfort. How much they work for us and how badly they are treated! Their tragedy is that it cannot be otherwise...
15 August, 2021
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BLOGME TENDAL DXI: Hooligan
He likes football, there's no doubt about it. May be if he liked it a little less he didn't live alone....
08 August, 2021
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BLOGME TENDAL DXV: Calm’s cake
I think she is a woman, mature already, and alone. Which is, perhaps, a blessing, so she can wear those clothes in soft, peaceful, calm colors. You have to know the storm to enjoy the calm...
01 August, 2021
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