After the great fires have come the rains. Slow, thick and hot rains. We've taken open arms into these Aturri yolks. Suddenly, the yellow areas have come back to us, the elderly and the children have been seen again walking in the evenings, while the howls and the skinny thighs were on their hands. Some have flown in the Atlantic gray and naughty, a sign that age is changing. Some people think that we are talking about some stumbling block. Zanja...

The third eye of artists is undeniable. Things are invented long before the basic inhabitants we are. In Bizkitarte, this good and impoverished time reminds me of the colorful characteristics of that Basque of the future that the legendary Hertzainak sang in the 1980s: They sang “One day Euskadi will be free and tropical”, representing the iguana of Bermeo in the pipila and the Palma de Gernika in the lightning. The musical “nonsense” of the Vitorian group is becoming a reality, stumbling the territory with that piece that we only had in the heart.

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