The only thing you continue to value is petty regrets, like not finding time to run out to Bois-Colombes to see your uncle while he was still alive, the one whose little song died forever one afternoon in February.
Pena ttikiak gelditzen zaizkizu preziatzen duzun gauza bakartzat: artean bizi zela Bois-Colombeko osaba zaharrari bisita egiteko betarik ez hartua, otsaileko gau batez santasekulako itzali baitzitzaion bere kanta ttikia.