It was the smile of Narcissus as he bows his head over the mirroring water, that profound, fascinated, protracted smile with which he reaches out his arms toward the reflection of his own beauty-a very slightly contorted smile, contorted by the hopelessness of his attempt to kiss the sweet lips of his shadow; a smile that was provocative, curious and imperceptibly troubled, bewitched and bewitching.
Narzisoren irribarrea zen, uraren ispiluaren gainera makurturik, norbere edertasunaren errainura besoak hedatzearen keinua laguntzen duen irribarre luze, sakon eta lilurazkoa zen; bere itzalaren ezpain eztiei musu emateko ahalegin etsituan oso arinki uzkurtzen den irribarre hori; iribarre pertxenta, jakiminezkoa eta tormentatu samarra, birloratua eta birloratzailea.