She wears makeup while driving, always. Or in the cafe, or in the street. To go to the market, she puts on long dresses and sunglasses, gladioli in her big basket. Looks like an actress. I looked at her, I looked at her so much. And I liked what I saw so much. My mother's body.
This generation that drove without a seatbelt, smoked fags in the car, went swimming and sunbathing topless. These bodies drunk on the sun and speed, exposed to view and the elements. Who have gone through life with their feet firmly on the floor, without fear and without reproach, without fear of the slightest judgement.