His heart was racing, no doubt about it; shut up behind his ribs, it ran after life in fits and starts, but run or not, it would never catch up with life.
Lasterka zebilkion bihotza, ederki, bere saihetsezurren atzean, entzerraturrik, bizi bila zebilen lasterka, tiradaka, baina alferrik egiten zuen salto, ez zuen, ez, bizitza harrapatuko.