The tapestries of Donnafugata, the almond groves of Ragattisi, even, who knows, the fountain of Amphitrite, might suffer the grotesque fate of being transmuted into pots of quickly swallowed foie gras, into noisy little women as transient as their rouge, from the ageold things of patina that they'd been.
Donnafugatako tapizeriak, Ragattisiko almendrondo-sailak eta, beharbada, batek jakin, Anfitriteren iturria ere, lehenago gauza delikatu eta zehazkabe haiek, berehala urdailean egositako foie gras pote bat baino ez ziren izango, edo kabaretetako andereño batzuk baino ez, beraien ukendu edergarriak baino galkorragoak.