white paint
Bought a can of white road paint and a roller at the ferretería. The man asked what I was painting. I said the equator. He gave me a discount, I think out of pity.
Don Segundo agreed: twenty metres of line between the rows, on the path where nothing grows, as long as I don't tell the tourists. "Imagine buses here."
Carmen says I'm a 61-year-old man painting a line in somebody's corn. Yes.