Chains of Straw
(History of Prostitution)
After dark moon dall'iconsueto a farmer takes his work from the garden scarecrow. ... All.
Or maybe not!
One of them remains in the 'garden, alone, forgotten.
The sun beats down, the wind blows, and wakes up our scarecrow.
Ddio .. her eyes hurt, his mouth is dry, his nostrils insensitive.
Is he dreaming?
No. She is the first group to see the light of the sun, the scent of flowers, the caresses of the morning dew, and everything the hard night's veil shields his eyes.
His gaze is transfixed on her beauty, would run in the fields! but can not keep the rope close to the pole, would shout to the wind! but can not string three rounds of the stifle joints of jute bag that covers her face ....
But here are two crows ... "hello!" she exclaims, but their reaction is to flee, because this is his work, this is his reason for living, the hard reality.
But what happens now? the night tends to her new bed linen, the farmer returned with his scarecrow ...
Haha ... but what a story! .. Exclaim Mastro Pagliaro, but questions !?... is a metaphor! ...
This is a stark metaphor of prostitution and the lives of suffering they are forced to undergo forced these girls, unable to get out of the underworld and to have any rights.
Nik
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