In recent years, I have made little progress. I have said it many times, I know, but just in case. Today I attended a bertsos session. “I wish you a lot.” Yes, that is why I have warned that I leave little, I assume that you are attending many cultural events, and that you have more to compare. But perhaps there is someone who cares about me, I mean especially women, the idea of where it will come back in the future (some care, our things) (if a man reads this written by a woman, he can leave it, if he wants, I get very heavy). In fact, it has not always been the opportunity to get out and end the desire to get out more. Some returns cannot be to the places before.

The bertsolaris Nerea Ibarzabal, Uxue Alberdi and Maialen Lujanbio have sung and sung. Previously, presenter Irene Arrarats and Maialen Berasategi, program presenter and author of the podcast on which the program revolves. The podcast (Ezer ez eta festa) is dedicated to language, largely to the Basque language. It doesn't seem to be able to generate more interest for one gender than for the other. The Aginaga of Usurbil was up, and the man, what, ten (I didn't count them)? And not together. Well, they don't care if they don't (for example, if we do). Here are the names of those who have come up on stage again. Or reread the lines that I just wrote, better. I said I was up there. The landscape was magnificent up and down. So perhaps the complaint should be a request: don't talk too much and never in a group.

The one on the top of the board was very sexy, it can't be any more listillo. What a fun intellectual pleasure! And when electricity has gone, without a micro, Lujanbio's voice has gotten me loudly, louder, and physically, the body has straightened me in the seat; and Alberdi has rubbed me with the edge of his smile that chanted song and five more hesitant, and Ibarzabal has defeated me at that point where the caress becomes to crush. I said, right? Which is very sexy, and yes, yes, I have very little to do in recent years.

A crowd of many years old, with lots of gray hair like me. Wind out. They sat in the back seats, surrounded by women and women. They were all clues. I was missing a armchair and a blanket (and I was asked to be burned a martini and something). And I would stay there for hours and hours listening to your laughs. I don't go out a lot in recent years, and if I come back, I want to join you, girls. Do you understand me?