What is the beauty of anything but its eternal essence, that which unites its past with its future, that element of it that rests and abides in the womb of eternity?
Zer da zerbaiten edertasuna, beraren betiereko funtsa besterik, haren iragana haren etorkizunarekin lotzen duena, betierekotasunaren erraietan harenik pausatzen eta geratzen dena baizik?