I saw by his look, when he turned to me, that they were always written on the air between me and him; whenever I spoke, they sounded in my voice to his ear, and their echo toned every answer he gave me.
Su aspecto me decía a las claras que estarían siempre grabadas en su alma, que flotarían en el aire entre él y yo y que las escucharía en mi voz siempre que le hablase.