Heat, heat, heat and heat
With these temperatures, the first measure is to lighten up on clothes. That is where the most elementary intelligence drives us. However, what I have found in the streets, supermarkets, beaches and swimming pools, has been the staff - men and women - dispelled, undressed or disguised as Tarzan.
Going to the coast and observing the panorama produces a disconcerting effect. It is not overfly an unknown jungle to see the aborigines of the tribe. That's a dazzling beauty! I am referring to the coastal areas with thousands of people who are crowded, with the appearance of an immense basket of crabs, but who do not open up any appetite. They do not even serve for the appetizer!
So much so, that inside the immense crowd, when I run into someone who despite the temperatures does not succumb to the dominant tendency to completely lose the sense of any elegance, I want to shout an "Olé!".
Around him were thousands of croquettes battered in sand, ready to fry. Some, when they started to boil, left the pan and took a walk to show off a physiognomy, in many decadent cases, which invited nothing more than to raise your eyes and look at the sailboats that sported an incomparable slenderness.
With the perverse habit that the one who now writes has, I began to ask myself questions. Is that much more square inches of fabric that much heat? Nothing is done without an end. Why are you undressing? These little creatures have a father and a mother who buy clothes. Do you like to see them like this, crying out to look at them as 'women vase'? I'm not exaggerating. If on arriving here you have not broken this page in a thousand pieces, I will provide some proof.
Frightened in these thoughts, I came to the minority an anecdote that I heard recently. The protagonist was a university professor of those who have read Plato and thinks that her task as an educator is one that is capable of giving maximum beauty and maximum kindness to bodies and souls. She was very pretty, everything has to be said. One early-morning morning when he still goes light on clothes; tired of seeing the students with three rags that sat as they "gushed", he asked one of them: "Why are you dressed like that?" Without the slightest gesture of disappointment, he answered the question: "To attract the kids."
The teacher did not move a muscle and turned to the group of boys to ask: "Raise your hand if you look for a girl like that to get married!" Not one hand was raised. The anecdote is hard but it is necessary to recognize that the student could leave by an evasive one or to say clearly that it was put in subjects that did not matter to him, but it entered the cloth, and it was found what it did not expect.
Undoubtedly, this poor girl, attracted by fashions, had become a claim. We all are in the way we dress, men and women. And not in that detail but in all. I have a friend who says that seeing the shoes of a gentleman, deduces much of his personality. Without doubt, our external bearing manifests our inner sensitivity.
What was said about women -with other syntony- could be said about men. It amazes me to observe venerable elders who go to the supermarket with a swimsuit, bare torso and frayed slippers. Undoubtedly, the beard is an issue that I respect and that a great part leads with a careful arrangement, but in summer anything goes. I had an English explorer who spent months in the jungle, and shaved every day as if he were going to see the Queen. The concept of dignity that he owed to himself did not allow him anything else.
Puritanism? That stays for the Victorian era. Today and always a woman and a man are what they seem. Pirandello already said: "that's the way it seems to you". For sharp susceptibilities, I judge nothing about anyone's intentions. I have referred only to the attire and of what can be supposed as an impact that is often unfair, because of that skin toasted inwards there can be a charming being. The funny thing is that sometimes we take a "changed number" because appearances are appearances.
