And yonder about that grey urn where the water moves at times in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood, Floey, Atty, Tiny and their darker friend with I know not what of arresting in her pose then, Our Lady of the Cherries, a comely brace of them pendent from an ear, bringing out the foreign warmth of the skin so daintily against the cool ardent fruit.
Eta, harantzago, ura tarteka jario gogoetatsuan mugitzen den urmael gris hartan, ikusten duzu ahizpa talde lehengoa bezain usaintsua, Floey, Atty, Tiny eta haien lagun beltzaranagoa, nik al dakit zer nolako gelditasun batekin bere jarreran orduan, Andre Maria Gerezietakoa, bi-aleko polit bat belarri batetik zintzilik, larruazalaren margokera bitxia fruitu freskoaren gorritasunaz bikain nabarmendua.