“I read a poem just the other day about earthquake weather,” she said. “It begins with She’s talking to herself.” She looked up at him. “And it ends at She’ll slip right in and make you breathe wrong.”
–Leí un poema el otro día sobre el clima sísmico –dijo–. Empieza diciendo: «Ella habla sola»; y termina: «Entrará con sigilo y te hará respirar mal».