Evening was near and a single lovely snow-white cloud hung high in the sky. I kept my eyes on it, giving it a friendly nod as I thought back on my childhood love of clouds, on Elizabeth, on that Segantini cloud in front of which I had seen her so beautiful and enraptured.
Sentipen on hura gordetzeko, hartu txalupa bat, eta atseginez eta astiro arraunean ekin nion laku epel argian barrena.