Around our hut, scattered over the lagoon of torrid pitiless sand, there were strange little flowers, fresh and short-lived, green, pink, or purple, the kind that in Europe you only see painted on certain pieces of porcelain, a kind of primitive no-nonsense morning glory.
Gure etxolaren inguruan, bakan xamar, harea kixkalgarrizko aintziraren erdian, loretxo fresko eta motz, berde, arroxa edo gorriak hazitzen ziren, Europan pinturetan eta zenbait portzelanatan baizik ikusten ez direnetakoak, volubilis primitibo inoxotu gabeak bailiran.