The zone of melancholy which I then entered was totally distinct from that other zone, in which I had been bounding for joy a moment earlier, just as sometimes in the sky a band of pink is separated, as though by a line invisibly ruled, from a band of green or black.
Sartu berria nintzèn tristura-aldartea hain zen momentu bat lehentxeago pozarren olgatzen nintzenekotik ezberdina, nola den diferentea zenbait oskarbitan ageri ohi den xingola arrosa, marra batez bezala berezitua, ondoan duen xingola orlegitik nahiz beltzetik.