When I was a little boy and surreptitiously looked at you in trädgården and saw you walking around amongst the roses with your narrow white ankles... I had the same dirty thoughts like all young boys.
Mutikotxoa nintzela... lorategian ezkutatzen nintzenean... arrosa artean nola zenbiltzan ikusteko... zure txorkatila fin eta zuriei begira, orain esan diezazuket... edozein mutilek izan ohi dituen pentsamendu gaiztoak izan nituen.