Trees that never shut up, the sound of the dog's paws on the sandstone, the warble of the coffee poured in the cup, the teaspoon making the crust of the flan crack, the pop of the bubbles of the plastic bag, the baby's breathing, the winter rustling of the forest, the fresh snow creaking under the boots, the clinking of the champagne glasses, the subcutaneous howl of disappointment, the vanilla rustling of the pages from an old book, the moaning of love, the steps in the waiting room, the first crying of the baby, the museum of sounds.
(Translated by Mălina Ţîru / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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