I liked that brittle sound, those uplifted arms, the furling and unfurling of veils, the dancer who changed now from woman to cloud, and then to bird, who became sometimes the ship and sometimes the wave.
Gogokoak nituen soinu zakar hura, beso altxatu haiek, errezelen hedatze eta toleste txandakako haiek, dantzarisa emakume izateari utzi eta bat-batean hodei nahiz txori, uhain nahiz trirreme, nola bilakatzen zen ikustea.