Was it a bird, was it the soul, not yet made perfect, of the little phrase, was it a fairy, invisibly somewhere lamenting, whose plaint the piano heard and tenderly repeated?
Txori bat ote, perpaus txikiaren arima oraino osagabea ote, lamina bat ote, izaki ikusezin eta adiakari hori, zeinaren pleinua segidan errepikatzen baitzuen pianoak samurki?