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Our language of giving and giving
  • Sound and dance. The best agencies. Yes, best wishes, but we're going to die the tongue. The language (Viscum album) has reached the worst time, when the cascabel breaks. Sounds of language and dances. To celebrate the Winter Solstice of the Tongue, at some point the lights of the day have ceased to be shortened and it has begun to stretch gradually: the language of joy. Now you will see your houses adorned with a curious tongue. But also the language of misfortune.
Jakoba Errekondo 2024ko urtarrilaren 15a
Argazkia: Jakoba Errekondo / ARGIA-CC-BY-SA

The tongue cannot take root on the ground. In the family tree of plants, we don't know when, instead of separating from most, he decided to live life on other trees and trees, introducing roots into their branches and sorghing the sap. In the book of the Zestoa Retolica, Agurtzane Azpeitia Eizagirre gathered very well how the life of the language illuminates in this town: “Let the tongue be a parasite, the blood of apple trees lives like a baliyo pacifier.” It is a parasite, yes, that removes sweat from the host; rather, it is a hemiparasite, a medium parasite; the roots called ruptures rob raw sap to the tree and the tongue makes it form sugars that need photosynthesis.

Poor host for trees and trees. Mari Karmen Mitxelena writes in her book on Elbira Zipitria: “On Monday morning came a small student with a nice tongue: 'Andereño, zuretzat'. Elbira's explanation was: 'Mihura is an apple disease, so it is not suitable to give it away. Thank you, but tell your father and mother for a next time.'"

In winter, tongue tortures appear, the hosted plant leaves and are visualized. Winter is also the time to eliminate these bad sorpressive sweats. The saying goes like this: “When winter has come, let alone the apple pit.” Cut with a sharp knife the hires of the branch, removing the roots. If you're old, you cut the branch before the tongue.

In winter they are a food store for birds with their peeled fruits, which display the tongue. It's lost if the seed falls to the ground. Birds eat and spread the branch on their sticks. By sticking the seed, it will soon start to fit the roots into the branch. See how Azpeitia says in the aforementioned Zestoa retolica: “Paste the apple’s admiration for the squid, explain it in the branches of the arbola. Fall into normal major painters.” Garastarro, agi danean, the sweetest lover of the tongue.

It is also a famous medicinal plant, among which water is given to recover a newborn cattle or goat. The language itself is good ditxa and decadent. But that's ours, look at how many names we've given him: tongue, tongue, migura, softness, pigura, viura, miru, miruli, mirura, auka, miurka, maux, leek, leek, puja, puisca, curl, aspero, aspielero, millennium, bull, puhugo, who knows?