It's probably not normal to hear voices. I sometimes hear sobbing around the old knee bruises. I also hear stutterings under the scar that Leu's canine left on my forearm and other time I suddenly hear a thunder-like shouting on the back of my neck and my heart stops. There would also be the Medusa voices snaking under my chest to my thighs. One day a voice invited me to pull on the skin next to a nail and I tore it deep to my wrist bone. Is this your hiding place, Lord? How long I have been looking for you.
(Translated by Alma Teodora Miron / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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