At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman, and these hills, the softness of the sky, the outline of these trees at this very minute lose the illusory meaning with which we had clothed them, henceforth more remote than a lost paradise.
Edertasun guztiek, sakonean, gizatiar ez den zerbait daukate, eta menditxoek, zeruaren gozotasunak, zuhaitzen irudi horiek, minutugarrenean bertan, ematen genien lilurazko zentzu hori galtzen dute, ondoren paradisu galdua baino urrunago geldituz.