He went on talking to me in the darkness, while I retraced the steps of my past with the sound of his voice as a charm with which to open the doors of the years and months and finally of my days, wondering where I could have run into this man.
Ilunpean geundela ez zen neri hitzegitetik gelditzen eta ni, bitartean, atzera nindoan neure iraganean haren bozaren doinua joka hotsa izan balitz bezala urteen eta hilabeteen eta nere egunen atean, han galdetzeko nik izaki hura non topatu ote nuen.