Sometimes from utter weariness I sat on a bench, on a fountain's rim, or a curbstone and wiped the sweat from my forehead and listened to the beating of my heart.
Leher eginda esertzen nintzen inoiz, aulki batean, iturri harmailetan, kantalen batean, nire bihotza taupadaka sentitzen nuen, bekokitik izerdia xukatzen, berriro aurrera egin, heriotzerainoko antsiaz, bizitzeko gogo sutsuz.