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Lend your ear to the wind before it fades
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- ISBN8231766574
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- Date de parution17/06/2025
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- ÉditeurWalzone Press
Résumé
In the washed-out alleyways of Bucharest, a man walks, stumbles, rises, writes, and vanishes. His name is Adam, but it could be anything else, for what he carries is the voiceless murmur of those unseen, the ones who missed the world as it passed them by. Listen to the Wind When It Falls is not quite a novel-it is more like a sigh unfurled across the city, a prose elegy spoken in a wounded, flesh-born tongue.
Adam writes for others. Love letters. Breakup notes. Farewells folded into envelopes no one opens twice. He sells the illusion of feeling to strangers who've forgotten how to feel. Until one day, a certain Sorin Ionescu knocks at his door. Sorin, a man alone, in love with a mirage, comes seeking from Adam the words that might, perhaps, make him real. That request, foolish in its sincerity, unsettles Adam's routine and draws him back into the long shadow of his own despair.
Because this story, for all its modest appearance, strikes at what is essential: what remains of us when words are no longer enough? When solitude settles in like a creeping mold? When even writing-the last raft of the castaway, feels too heavy to carry?
Adam writes for others. Love letters. Breakup notes. Farewells folded into envelopes no one opens twice. He sells the illusion of feeling to strangers who've forgotten how to feel. Until one day, a certain Sorin Ionescu knocks at his door. Sorin, a man alone, in love with a mirage, comes seeking from Adam the words that might, perhaps, make him real. That request, foolish in its sincerity, unsettles Adam's routine and draws him back into the long shadow of his own despair.
Because this story, for all its modest appearance, strikes at what is essential: what remains of us when words are no longer enough? When solitude settles in like a creeping mold? When even writing-the last raft of the castaway, feels too heavy to carry?
In the washed-out alleyways of Bucharest, a man walks, stumbles, rises, writes, and vanishes. His name is Adam, but it could be anything else, for what he carries is the voiceless murmur of those unseen, the ones who missed the world as it passed them by. Listen to the Wind When It Falls is not quite a novel-it is more like a sigh unfurled across the city, a prose elegy spoken in a wounded, flesh-born tongue.
Adam writes for others. Love letters. Breakup notes. Farewells folded into envelopes no one opens twice. He sells the illusion of feeling to strangers who've forgotten how to feel. Until one day, a certain Sorin Ionescu knocks at his door. Sorin, a man alone, in love with a mirage, comes seeking from Adam the words that might, perhaps, make him real. That request, foolish in its sincerity, unsettles Adam's routine and draws him back into the long shadow of his own despair.
Because this story, for all its modest appearance, strikes at what is essential: what remains of us when words are no longer enough? When solitude settles in like a creeping mold? When even writing-the last raft of the castaway, feels too heavy to carry?
Adam writes for others. Love letters. Breakup notes. Farewells folded into envelopes no one opens twice. He sells the illusion of feeling to strangers who've forgotten how to feel. Until one day, a certain Sorin Ionescu knocks at his door. Sorin, a man alone, in love with a mirage, comes seeking from Adam the words that might, perhaps, make him real. That request, foolish in its sincerity, unsettles Adam's routine and draws him back into the long shadow of his own despair.
Because this story, for all its modest appearance, strikes at what is essential: what remains of us when words are no longer enough? When solitude settles in like a creeping mold? When even writing-the last raft of the castaway, feels too heavy to carry?
