The bookseller was sprawled out under his counter. His heart, which was by his side, was beginning to burn with a black flame, and parabolic sprays of boiling blood were already spouting from it.
Liburudendaria bere mahai atzean zetzan; bere bihotza, bere ondoan, erretzen hasi zen eta gar beltzak eta odol irakinezko txorroak botatzen zituen.