I love Spanish, although I don't I understand the language. Try saying Pablo Neruda. The 'b' exists... and it doesn't! Love it!
Love the sound of water- running, gurgling, babbling, roaring, pittering, pattering, gushing, hissing...i can go on.
Love kid's voices- chokes me up, sometimes.
Love hearing ganyamanya swear in hindi... except when he's behind the wheel, that is.
Love long phone conversations.
Love the sound of heart beat, corny though it may sound.
Love poetry, when its read out.
What I mean to say is, don't mean to play favourites, but I might finally have an idea as to which of my senses I would abso-fucking-lutely hate to live without. So while I have cheerfully signed off my organs in the event of death, I secretly hope that no-one desperately needs ears or eardrums at around that time.
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