I sat entranced. Entranced, I felt for a pencil in my waistcoat pocket, and looking for paper saw the wine card lying on the table. I turned it over and wrote on the back.
Liluraturik nengoen eserita, liluraturik bilatu nuen nire jakako boltsikuan arkatza, aurrean neukan ardo txartela hartu nuen, buelta eman eta bestekaldean hurrengo egunean berriro nire boltsikoan topatuko nituen bertsoak idatzi nituen.