Read me

“Take a good look at me,” you cry out to them. “I am still me, except that seven years have passed, fourteen, twenty, since I left ! I couldn’t stay the way I was in the photographs ! I’m weaker, older, it was a long journey to get here, I’m unwashed, in rags, unshaven. I couldn’t look at myself, not even by candlelight! And I can’t even tell how much I’ve changed because here, at your place, the mirrors are covered, all of them…”

Un inger, un ciine, o imagine
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 Vineri seara intr-o vale cu lupi
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