Kristo jayo and in the year two thousand
eleven was
not so extraordinary on the
twenty-first of the month of May,
the accounts have been so on the councillor
side, an
Elortza has gathered a
crucifix between the lips.

III
What happened, past, has had

to be devoured by the one
he had to respect.
Then “no, I meant that if
this mayor doesn’t go…” the language itself is more
complicated than the
scarf.

When the
Accounts go well,
almost everyone accompanies, either on the right or
on the left, Spanish
or Basque, but
they can start to get wrong with
the friend scarf...
And then you notice what's inside
of us.

IV Until
recently it was “civic”, everything smelled of perfume, it has done so at the last
moment of
its mandate, but it
has done a feat.
Many have forgotten how he
got to the mayor's office, but
two decades ago it's not enough to
forget what it was like.

II.
Our scarf pirate
that has come
down from Saturday to Sunday
from the old command post on the stairway.
A tolerant from the top down on the
awnings has
placed the
flag on the neck as soon as the approach arrives.