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To understand what I'm talking about, we have to explain the word to people, right, Josh?
(The late Joxan Ormazabal often referred to “paraliturgy” as the protocol that took place in all kinds of celebrations, events and ceremonies, from one-on-one speeches, other verses or dancers, to applause and whistling. The word reveals the ironic sound of the horns and serves, among other things, to help us to perceive the rich personality of Ormazabal: onchote, cheerful, with a big heart, orphaned... so we have drawn it and it is true that it was so; but it also had other aspects: a melancholic misty sadness, the disguised skepticism of the farmer, a punctuated bitter, because nobody is a one-piece spitting).
I will not ask you how it is during this period of grace, but I remain obstinate in my disbelief. Those of us who belong to this period agree with you a great deal. Most of the time alone, remembering your words, your attitude, your laughter; often in company, commenting on your jokes, your sayings and your anecdotes; and even in larger groups from time to time, for tributes of one and the other.
If you knew that you had to create so many paralyzines, you wouldn’t have made that mistake, since you are always a fan of walking quietly and without disturbing anyone. Last autumn we went on a trip to the mountain, to that wonderful place where your relatives, colleagues and other friends, your mother and your ashes are, where we did a little theatre, where each one of us read a piece of your text and then we all had lunch, where they would also like the city if you could see them.
On the other hand, in December, you know how to appreciate Hauten Segura, so at the opening of their book fair this year you also have to say a few words in memory of yourself. Don't panic, it was short and humorous.
Now, on the other hand, they want to place a stone taken from the mountain next to the cultural center of Zegama, with a cochlear plaque in your honor, and we were choosing this stone on the second of the New Year, in those places of your favorite Aizkorpe. You'd love it, too, up and down between the orbs.
I'm afraid we'll have more paralyzing in the next few months. You will protest in vain. We won't get there. And we still agree with you a lot, Josh. A lot of them.
(The late Joxan Ormazabal often referred to “paraliturgy” as the protocol that took place in all kinds of celebrations, events and ceremonies, from one-on-one speeches, other verses or dancers, to applause and whistling. The word reveals the ironic sound of the horns and serves, among other things, to help us to perceive the rich personality of Ormazabal: onchote, cheerful, with a big heart, orphaned... so we have drawn it and it is true that it was so; but it also had other aspects: a melancholic misty sadness, the disguised skepticism of the farmer, a punctuated bitter, because nobody is a one-piece spitting).
I will not ask you how it is during this period of grace, but I remain obstinate in my disbelief. Those of us who belong to this period agree with you a great deal. Most of the time alone, remembering your words, your attitude, your laughter; often in company, commenting on your jokes, your sayings and your anecdotes; and even in larger groups from time to time, for tributes of one and the other.
If you knew that you had to create so many paralyzines, you wouldn’t have made that mistake, since you are always a fan of walking quietly and without disturbing anyone. Last autumn we went on a trip to the mountain, to that wonderful place where your relatives, colleagues and other friends, your mother and your ashes are, where we did a little theatre, where each one of us read a piece of your text and then we all had lunch, where they would also like the city if you could see them.
On the other hand, in December, you know how to appreciate Hauten Segura, so at the opening of their book fair this year you also have to say a few words in memory of yourself. Don't panic, it was short and humorous.
Now, on the other hand, they want to place a stone taken from the mountain next to the cultural center of Zegama, with a cochlear plaque in your honor, and we were choosing this stone on the second of the New Year, in those places of your favorite Aizkorpe. You'd love it, too, up and down between the orbs.
I'm afraid we'll have more paralyzing in the next few months. You will protest in vain. We won't get there. And we still agree with you a lot, Josh. A lot of them.