Reading 'Mudanza'
of A. Burgos, I recall being struck by the idea that different apartments have
different voices.
Now I recognize the many different sounds, tones and timbres coming
from mine. At the beginning I couldn't take a nap without being suddenly woken up by an unknown
buzz.
Now it is familiar, a sort of lullaby.
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| The sofa |
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