Translation: "I remember those opal seas with homely horizons. I remember those friendly eyes with unexplored depths. I remember the scent of the waves... I remember the hunger, the end. I remember it so well. In the opulence of a memory, I wallow, I wallow, I wallow. A red nose, like that of a drunkard, of course, more funny and almost sadder than a clown's. Wings, beautiful wings plucked feather by feather from once majestic flying souls, now anonymous. The noise, it bangs, it squeaks, it rusts, it cries, it rolls, it folds, it flows, it laughs. The train, the wine, the haste, the boredom. There are journeys that awaken others, those of the soul that undergoes them."