At such moments everything adds to your loathsome distress, forcing you in your weakened state to see things, people, and the future as they are, that is, as skeletons, as nothings, which you will nevertheless have to love, cherish, and defend as if they existed.
Momentu horietan, dena etortzen da zure larrialdi higuina haunditzera eta, ahula baitzara, gauzak, jendea, eta etorkizuna diren bezala sumatzera bortxatzen, hots, eskeletoak, ezereza baino ezerezagoak, eta halere existitzen balira bezala maitatu, zaindu, defendatu eta animatu beharrekoak.