A
newborn baby in his arms,
the sweetest...
It's the
first time she
cries...Lazkao Txiki's words have been
heard in class below:
“How do I cry
before I start living?”

II
“Piruleta bat, piruleta bat!” Girls
4 years old.
Our father says: “No, another day”
Jumps, jumps...To
her came the coals of those who
came out yesterday, the tears
of lies that have the form
of pain.

III
Bertsolari in a final, on
the stage, serious...
He's played one face to face, he's
sung the pediment, he's been
given the txapela, he's been applauded,
he's been screamed a lot...
He didn't shed tears, but his
eyes were moistened.

IV The
little flowers that the grandfather has been
carrying in two hands, with
short steps to the graveyard,
very white, tight...
He knows he had
to pass (age doesn't turn).
I was crying in vain...
But it cannot avoid it.

V
A
guy in love will confess to the girl.
Girls: “Now no, maybe sometime.”
Months
have passed from a short, sharp response,
cold winter comes, tears
have dried up, but the
heart is bleeding.

VI Salty
tears, sore sweet tears, joy…

What we do not have to do: tear, get in for falsehood,
but, closing the
doors of shame, attack fear,
not put
any
obstacle to leave when it comes.