But loveliness is a very volatile element that vanishes like yesterday when it is over.1 had not thought of her in the setting in which she lives, least of all so unreflectively acquainted with the storms of life.
Ez nuen irudikatzen ingurune horretan biziko zenik, eta are gutxiago bizitzaren oldarrekin hain modu hausnargabean etxekotua zegoenik. Baina bere sentimenduen berri jakin nahi nuke.