She always wears make-up while driving. Or at the café, or on the street. To go to the market, she puts on long dresses and sunglasses, gladioli in her big basket. She 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 cigarettes in the car, went swimming and sunbathed topless. Bodies drunk with sun and speed, exposed to the eyes and the elements. Who went through life with their feet on the ground, without fear or reproach, without fear of the slightest judgment.