Once upon a time, my boyfriend was silent for about three hours and a minute. When he finally began to speak again, he said nothing. But I kept encouraging him. And it wasn't in vain at all. For he was silent, as if his mouth no longer hurt. You almost wanted to say that he was some sort of a great speaker. He was silent in a low, tenor voice. Gesturing nothing. You said he hadn't kept silent for about a month. And I, as a good listener, encouraged him by speaking in one. Let him be heard in silence.
(Translated by Carla-Marina Ştefănescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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