Sitting in an armchair, his long legs wrapped in a blanket, on the balcony of the Hotel Trinacria, he felt life flowing from him in great pressing waves, with a spiritual roar like that of the Falls of the Rhine.
Besaulki batean eserita, bere hanka luze-luzeak manta batez estalita zituela, Trinacria ostatuko balkoian, bere baitatik bizitza olatu handiz, presaka irteten zela sentitzen zuen, Rihn-eko urjauziarenarekin gonbara daitekeen arrabots izpiritual bat eginez, gainera.