They are thousands upon thousands, posted like silent sentinels by the river, along the embankments, all over the rain-washed pavements of Place Clichy, mortal men fixed in ocean reveries, waiting for the sea-spray, for the breaking waves,
Aí están: milleiros e milleiros, sentinelas silenciosos, terrestres inmóbiles, plantados ao longo dos peiraos, das ribeiras. polas beirarrúas asolagadas de choiva da Place Clichy, en pleno anhelo oceánico, agardando o romper das ondas, o desencanto das mareas a chamada ronca deas aves mariñas.