I found an additional merit in everything that was in my mind at the moment, in the pink reflection of the tiled roof, the wild grass in the wall, the village of Roussainville into which I had long desired to penetrate, the trees of its wood and the steeple of its church, created in them by this fresh emotion which made them appear more desirable only because I thought it was they that had provoked it, and which seemed only to wish to bear me more swiftly towards them when it filled my sails with a potent, unknown, and propitious breeze.
Merezimendu aparteko bat gehitzen nion orduan nire izpirituan zegoèn guztiari, teilazko teilatuaren leinuru arrosari, belar eroei, Roussainville herrixkari, nora hain aspaldidanik nahi bainuen bertaratu, haren basoko zuhaitzei, haren elizako kanpandorreari, hain zuzen ere iruditzen zitzaidalako gauza haiek berak zirela, zirrara hartaz nire baitan desiragarriago bihurturik, beraietara albait lasterren inguratzeko irrika bizia pizten zutenak, nire arimaren oihala haizekirri ahaltsu, ezezagun eta onuragarri batez puzturik.