But what interests me here is the specific mystery of sleep partaken of for itself alone, the inevitable plunge risked each night by the naked man, solitary and unarmed, into an ocean where everything changes, the colors, the densities, and even the rhythm of breathing, and where we meet the dead.
Baina hemen ardura didana loak berez daukan misterio berezkoa da: gizon biluzi, bakar eta desarmatuak ozeano ezezagun horretan, dena, koloreak, dentsitateak, arnasaren erritmoa bera ere bai, aldarazten duen eta hildakoekin elkarretaratzen gaituen ozeano horretan gauero-gauero egiten duen murgilketa ezinbesteko hori.