At the window of a house that faced the sea, embroidering by machine during the hottest hour of the day, was a woman half in mourning, with steel-rimmed glasses and yellowish grey hair, and hanging above her head was a cage with a canary that didn't stop singing.
Itsasoari muturrez mutur etxe bateko leihoan, berorik handiena egiten zuen tenorean, emakume bat makinaz bordatzen ari zen, erdi lutoz jantzita, alanbrezko betaurrekoak eta ilea hori, eta buru gainean kaiola bat zintzilik non kanari txori bat isildu gabe txorrotxioka ari zen.