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I hear voices that don't exist, sounds in the vacuum I hear,
sounds of the imagination constantly coming
and hallucinating, yes, this is what medicine calls
accuse: hearing sounds that exist but are not within reach
in that place and at that time, that is, by this or that
for that reason (excess alcohol, for example?)
you delirious, and the imagination is forced to open up
the floodgates, that their (con) figurations are dead letters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem