Everything is free. The first claim has been made with the poem of José Luis Otamendi: the Basque language is not necessary, and precisely because it is not compulsory to freely choose the language in which it has been spoken. “And words always bring me to someone.” The Basque creates community, nation; and not necessarily, but by chance. We come together because we want, we are because we want. Leave out this little discourse of euskera-learning-work-ease. And let's get together as we want to be. You can't do it without Euskera.

In Zeruko Argia on 9 March 1975 the bertsolaris Azpilwaukee and Lazkao Txiki will be denounced by the Isabel for their “machismo”. “How humans equated what the Lord had done differently,” said Lazkao Txiki on women’s rights. Isabel answered correctly “we do not want to tie up with men, because you are not free either.” Bertsolaris can be the people’s awakeners, only if they don’t forget – or ridicule – half the population. The fight against it is the age of oppression. You can't engage without feminism.

Malignant cousin hits the eyja cousin. We cannot talk about our history without, unfortunately, mentioning torture. Illegal, legal or illegal. That of the friends of Euskaldunon Egunkaria, for example, the close, the familiar, the unjust, the painful. Cause of cancer. He couldn't get stuck without pain.

Commitment has not freed us from fascism. Together with Ekhiñe Izagirre, the polyphony has whispered its claim: “I am red/ (...) witch/ (...) I am Basque/ On behalf of all the dead/ will not happen!” The voices were mixed with the echoes, as if the dead had risen: “Don’t forget.” You can't do it without memory.

“From the Remnant to the Remnant / (...) they were our sex / drug and rokanrol”. How to waste the opportunity to count batches with the possibility of counting batches? They have brought to the anecdotal area in the light and an “octopus”. Without flirting and with certain qualities it is beautiful when memory is not a pain of vertigo, even occasionally. You couldn't get stuck without a friend.

But despite the battles, we are not what has been used in a retrospective act “in our time” until the literary resource has been spent. Thanks to each of the principles, all generations have been faced with the same attempt (in three, we continue in four) and we have met.

Each generation can have its own language. But every generation can get to know each other in the next generation. Because generations don't disappear, because the beautiful stays alive, in new muscle hearts. Because the instep is not only free, it is also effective. And without being “so young”, because “it’s still worth getting started”, because we have so much – too much – to do.

“We will need for size / from the smallest for new influences / beds, new bodies / new children. / If it is not a instep we have free / useless force / this is a bird in the middle of wheat / be hungry.”

Will we try?