evoking heat and light quite differently from an air of human music which, if you happen to have heard it during a fine summer, will always bring that summer back to your mind, the flies' music is bound to the season by a closer, a more vital tie-born of sunny days, and not to be reborn but with them, containing something of their essential nature, it not merely calls up their image in our memory, but gives us a guarantee that they do really exist, that they are close around us, immediately accessible.
eguraldi ederreko egunetan sortua, haietan bakarrik birsor daitekeelarik, nolabait egun horien edukiaren beraren eramaile ere izaki, musika hori ez da gure oroimenarentzat udaren irudiaren iratzarle soilik, haren itzuleraren, haren presentzia eraginkor, nonahitar, zuzenean eskuragarriaren egiaztatzaile baizik.