In the meetings we get together of everything, and the meetings characterize us at the moment when everyone has their role, their power (or their lack), their age, their vital moment. But there are always those who calm down. Lete was singing to us that when we were older, we would learn what it costs to be quiet. I didn't know. But whoever is silent can say many things, and sometimes it is self-sufficient, of another… and often selfish cowardice. OK. The problem begins when the cowardice is mixed with honesty, and I don't know if it is also in that crib song directed to the women of Lete, to give an example to a marginal song that gives no problem when it starts to exalt the silence. Shut up you. To model, a marginal one that doesn't divide.

In each place, discomfort is called in a way. In Spain they are now lovers of the word “polarize”: oppression to oppression occurs when someone on the left calls the oppressor. It divides, Spain, from many extremes, or from underground, if you want to exhume bodies. Feminism is a trained divider everywhere, at this broad meeting where women don't keep quiet at home. It divides societies, the people's parties, families, the working class, Bertsolarism and, very soon, Basque Country. Migrants divide arrival, unpleasant differences, especially if they move to the most dangerous side. To the poorest. I saw an Argentine leftist journalist, worried about the situation of poverty and death caused by the policies being implemented in the country. If sometimes we are also shut down more comfortably.

Because there are poor people who die in silence, places that die in silence. All right.