no, it was because my dreams of travel and of love were only moments-which I isolate artificially to-day as though I were cutting sections, at different heights, in a jet of water, rainbow-flashing but seemingly without flow or motion-were only drops in a single, undeviating, irresistible outrush of all the forces of my life.
nire bidai eta amodio-amets haiek nire bizitzaren indar guztien eztanda ezin bezatuzkoaren jarioaren momentuak zirela-gaur egun artifizialki bereizten ari naizen momentu batzuk, noski, ur-txorrota ortzadartu eta itxuraz geldirik dagoen baten altura ezberdinetan ebakidurak egingo banitu bezala.