Denboraren Naufrago

Breakfast in Belfast

They say that Jonathan Swift was inspired by the hills of Belfast to write Gulliver's Travels. And they say some mountains in Belfast are like a giant lying. It seems that a giant is buried there. If we made a big hole, we would find there.

But this story is only told in Ireland. The legends are repeated throughout the world. And so it is said that there's a giant buried in Altza, and between Aramaio and Arrasate, instead, a dragon.

We talked about all this in Belfast, over breakfast.

Albokaria

When we were kids we loved the game of tied heifers and steers, and see the bulls so close. We learned many things then. The first one, the calves and cows were totally different. When the calf came out, people were frightened by his appearance, was robust, strong, but he tired quickly. Cows, however, were thinner, but lively and did not surrender until they returned to get in the truck. So we preferred the cows.

Another thing we learned was about one-horned bulls. When one appeared we wondered where he lost his horn.

Children have always thought that horns were used for making albokas.

Ezkontza Behartua (Forced marriage)

Last night I got married in our home
But not the girl I love.
Darling, I leave this and go with you,
We will lose in the corners of the coast.

I love the night when I have
in a woven reed bed
My bottle of brandy under my pillow
and a beautiful lady in my arms.

In the east, in the west
In Cork, in Dublin, on the streets
There has been no lover like this that
have broken my heart like this flower.

Last night I got married in our home
It had to be like this, we should do it
It has dawned, we are alone
I’m in a corner and she’s on the other

In the east, in the west
In Cork, in Dublin, on the streets
There has been no lover like this that
have broken my heart like this flower.

Lago di Como

There is a tradition in the houses of Italy. In summer, when owners go on vacation and left the house empty, they left a pot inside. The pot is left at the entrance and inside this few coins. Thus, if thieves come, they have the money ready in the pot and don’t cause any damage to the house.

I looked at the Lago di Como for hours. I notice that not coins, but her beauty has stolen my look.

Waltz for Bille

I love you, I love you, I love you, wrote Federico García Lorca in his poem "Little Viennese waltz. When we dance a waltz the world starts to spin, the environment that we already know becomes in colour, only in colour. And new worlds appear in our imagination.

I love you, I love you, I love you, wrote Federico García Lorca in his poem "Little Viennese waltz. I will leave my mouth between your legs, my soul in photographs and lilies.

And when you are in love the world begins to spin, and everything becomes colour, only colour.

Chichén Itzá

Xabi intended to go to Mexico with the dance group of Portugalete. But he realized he had an exam the same day of the trip. Go to Mexico or do the exam, there doubt. At the end he didn’t go to Mexico. Instead of going there, he imagined how it would be Mexico and wrote this song. .

I do not know if he passed or not the exam. Imagining Mexico, however, could not have taken better note.

BI-5382-CB

This was the license plate of the old van. Many experiences behind that license plate. Once, travelling in the van, Xabi came up with a melody. Fearing that he would forget, he stopped the van and called home. He recorded the tune on his answering machine, to the amazement of their parents.

Mikel Urdangarin also told me something similar once. He also recorded a song in the answering machine. What would be about the history of Basque music without answering machines?

Bossa Nostra

Vinicius de Moraes is one of those who invented the bossa nova. Vinicius was a singer and poet. In one of his poems wrote this: I didn’t know what love was; now I know, because I'm not happy. Come to think, I think that is very Basque not being happy because of the broken heart.

We are not happy because we don’t love our land. Bossa Nostra!!

Denboraren Naufrago (Time shipwrecked)

Take the accordion
the van-up
Give me a kiss mum
I'm going to England.

There went the boy
In search of the world
until two cheat eyes
caught him prisoner.

What a beautiful girl
I asked her for an appointment
with my English
She laughed softly.

Sometimes laughs
Sometimes strokes
this way the summer went
and with the summer she.

She over passed me
the water that brought you to me and
bored you would be from the river.
time shipwrecked
soaked in your memories.

I loved you in the summer of love
I didn’t lost in vain in your waves.

Despite going to die to the coast of the farewells,
All your waves are in my memory.

Today in my heart
In a drawer are those pictures
And the kisses on the refers.

Not all the blame is of the distance,
Don’t will be the watercourse
which has distanced us?

She over passed me
the water that brought you to me and
bored you would be from the river.
time shipwrecked
soaked in your memories.

Ze dino ba!

Ze dino ba! Often say Xabi and his partners when they’re among friends. Ze dino ba! Usually say when they see someone they like on the street. Ze dino ba!

Zu Gabe (Without you)

Our grandparents lived away from the village. At one time farmers climbed up the hill there with their donkeys and mules. In the mornings in the driveway of my grandparents, the peasants took off their wooden clogs and put on the shoes, to go elegant to the church.

My grandmother was often angry, saying that farmers used to fill the site with mud. My grandfather, however, was often awake at dawn and used to put on a light for the farmers.

I would like to put a light at the entrance to my grandfather, if our man of good heart appeared one morning.