This summer I read the honor article of Sinead O’Connor under the pen of Iratxe Gutierrez. It was not, therefore, the only one who was fascinated by the charm and strength of the Irish voice. Not being alone reassured me. And today I am here, I am here, in the room of an old hotel in Dublin listening to the album I’m Not Bossy, I’m The Boss: voice, music, texts. She is the best(e).

When we start the journey, we're changing identity and meaning. We are not exiled, except those who flee. In the squares of the city we can look out to the sun, forgetting the traumas of their homeland. The situation seems so cruel in the cold. But it has to be borne in mind that both Ireland, Euskal Herria, Catalonia and Scotland, let us say, deserve a little peace after the war as Thank you for loving has perceived it to me.

Tear the line of confession: The great Sinead O’Connor beat me with his sounds the most important steps of my life, This is to mother you on the train back to Paris, Emma’s song in Baiona from Maule, and Kisses like mine, which I have already moved.